POEM 👏 A 👏DAY

14 years for me, I still think I'm new, I still think about how many poems I wrote about my back and

how this is concerning because it snowed more when I started and I'd be out there all hours doing my

tiny shovel work and taking 20 minutes to get my five layers off and half-heartedly doing crunches on what have must have been a truly disgusting shag carpet I only vacuumed once a month and then complaining to the various people who have drifted in and out of here about my back. And I love it, I 

really do even though this is perhaps the second or third year in a row where I haven't tried to string 

together vague thematic components into something where I could peer back in after a while and

think ooh I was really invested in thinking about my relationship to- 

I still think about Mariposa a lot and was tickled to 

discover this was largely a Craigslist enterprise,

I've only tried to use Craiglist to sell some glass shelving 

and to find a similarly tall person to slow dance with,

which led to a response but maybe you don't respond

to someone who responded to that at 1am

but perhaps I should have demanded they

responded in stanzas. 

I would give anything, anything at all 

to stand in front of the

Times Square news ticker

and see all the usernames since 2011,

ah from before as well, dealer's choice,

the usernames skate before me,

dot matrix in perpetuity,

no names of anything else,

no context,

no nothing.