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I got an invitation to write some poetry

Shit.

I never even learned how to write

Poetry.

I once learned how to

write haikus but don’t even

do that well, okay?

And in high school I made fun of spoken word

Words, words, words, like drops of rain

f

 a

  l

   l

    i

     n

      g

fallen like daddy’s Little Angel, fallen,

Like, my generation was bringing beat poetry back,

Or more like we had invented that shit, man,

and I wasn’t going to let that shit go unnoticed. Word?

 

All this from an invitation to write some poetry

Shit.

She said “Pshaw sir” and…who even says that anyway?

It wasn’t an invitation to just me, like I had some great contribution,

like my poetry would save baby kittens around the globe

(though could it?)

 

Maybe she didn’t want to be alone.

Maybe she knows something I don’t.

 

Whatever.

 

I’m writing this because I can or

Maybe to prove something or

Maybe because I want to or

Maybe just because I took the invitation seriously, and

you should know I’m a very serious little guy.

 

Now here I am.

Where do you want me?

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