Among other things
I have placed a new set of names
where it used to say “Monica”
and “Travis,” and “baby.”
I solely find room for
confession—the only mode
that interests me, because it is
all about me.
If you come here, we might
make a place for you. But my gaze
is vulgar. The grocery list
holds my attention. Poems do not.
I finally read your book.
These are the parts that I liked
because they made me think
The part where in 5-minutes
I will blow dry my hair.
The part where at two I made tea.
The part where I worried for thirty minutes
about whether the cat was sick.
The part where I was checking my
email and then I walked to Whole Foods
and by then it was 4.
The part where the poem catches
fire and I use it to signal the pilot
to land the plane.
Look down, I scream.
Someone’s stranded in that city
Someone’s waving a white sheet
out their window. Someone’s burning
down this building in an effort
to be saved from up above.