Poem A

What a bother, right? You

put all of your effort into a

poem and nobody reads it.

It’s maddening, really—the ridiculousness

of how you spend so much

of your time. You could be doing

practically anything else and be entertaining more people

instead of showing a few people how you fail,

while you’re inspired some days to make some decorative sound

from your favorite muted, natural light.

But thank God. In the end, it never was

wholly about entertaining others, was it?