This is an “it’s 11:33 pm and I gotta go to work tomorrow” sort of poem —
the poem you should’ve started working on earlier
but you were watching a funny Ellen clip on YouTube,
The Voice, and then checking out Facebook.
But still, something’s egging you on to write a poem
because it’s National Poetry Month and you said you would
write every day (although you didn’t). And no one’s coming
to your blog anymore because you don’t post regularly
and you don’t have time to read anyone else’s.
And you raked up leaves tonight and you put out the trash,
but you haven’t fed the fish or taken the clothes out of the dryer.
And now your laptop is running out of juice (just 10 percent),
so you’d better turn it off and plug it in upstairs.
So that’s an excuse not to write a poem, or balance
the world’s problems in your hands or juggle
words for a while, which is always fun. And if I fill my mind
with enough junk, I won’t think about what really hurts the most.
No, I won’t.
a video on Amazon.