Metafiction
I’m not sure if that’s exactly
like the bland resolve of
taking a shower in the
middle of a poem. But it
is like what I said yesterday
about there being no more
tomorrow.
How do I know
what you like?
I know it’s
not a triangle.
Nor humor
(which is all about me).
“What do you think?”
says the relationship of
good writing to bad ambition.
Sounds like I’m preaching
a la nonsense, right?
Stamp an “H” on it
(which, if it falls down,
becomes U).
