Another Awesome Poet on my Awesome Poet list!
I Write Her
How I hate those poets who rise at dawn
to write a couple hours before work—
Wallace Stevens especially, Emperor of Ice-Cream,
my ass! You’re not the only one with a day job.
And don’t get me started on Ted Kooser,
who should be staying up late in the flatlands
to watch the milky way flow instead of drinking dawn
from a bucket some early bird probably pooped in.
My muse sleeps in a bottle and does not awake
until neon lights buzz. She inspires the moon
and I do her bidding beneath flickering televisions,
whipping a ballpoint to get every last drop.
The only time you’ll see me in the stark morning light
is if I’ve had to walk home drunk and forgotten the way.
As the soft skin of your leg
conceals the strength of your thigh,
I lean in close to hear…
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