I am an empty suitcase
the Californian laureate claimed
never to write in the first person.
Second, do you like to be compared
to God or Dickinson or tarot cards?
my game, my deck, my ride
across the country, I was still
extremely prosy. I willed too much.
Too much control. Not enough range.
I pissed down rabbit holes,
craved success, fame, self-published,
gave too many loaded talks on stages.
Thirdly, my discipline is interior.
I use a steel hammer
to drive needles through silk.
Finally, as a poet, do you have specific goals?
Breakfast. Yes. And look better.
Plus, get closer to my brother.
But really, I’m not much of a dreamer.