I like the questions people ask. Here’s one. What happens after you post your poem.
What Happens After I Post My Poem
I like lists, although I
never make them, went through a time
it lasted for years where I would
pick up lists that strangers
left behind at the supermarket.
In their carts. I had a whole
big folder of them. Where are those
lists now? They are not filed.
I have no files.
And if I were to make a list now
what happens after I post my poem
I go upstairs and work on my
interminable novel a novel that is
no longer a novel but a collection
of stories, vaguely linked because now
the narrator is one person not many
many was too confusing, even for me
and what are the other things I’d like to do
that I don’t, almost never, not for
any good reason, the very long list
of what I don’t get to because I just don’t
an hour of yoga in the morning
maybe even meditation after or before
at least headlines in the major papers
read a while in one of the Big Books by my bed
then a long hike up a mountain (I have never
taken a long hike up a mountain but as long
as I am making this theoretical list
there it is) a letter to my Aunt Ruthie
she is 93 the last time I wrote her a letter
we were both much younger and then
I’d gather all the fresh fruits lying around
organic papayas and mangoes and blueberries too
into a juicer I do not have a juicer
organic papaya either I’ve got blueberries
because they were on sale at Price Chopper
and I would make a drink
that I wouldn’t call a Smoothie. Not ever.