Why Writing Poetry Is So Easy
Remember when you knocked your mother's crystal
Tortoise from the end table? You hadn’t meant to--
You spun to outdraw the mirror
And caught the weight full
With an elbow, parked, as it was, too close
To the edge. Density itself sailed to the floor;
Striking the threshold,
Shattered into a thousand splinters.
Wouldn't you know the damn thing would
Miss the carpet, otherwise wall to wall,
And explode into razor eggs. Now
In some other city, on the floor of your own house,
You put your hand down. A dot
Of glass pricks your thumb, the tiniest hole.
But you can hardly stem the flow.
