but here i am

now I am a baby lawyer
a business: both a ballet
and cage wrestling
buzz buzz bumble

honestly it's the same
except with fewer line breaks
what does it even mean to hit
a deadline?

for this blog, I submit
a memorandum in opposition
to petitioner's motion
to strike for excessive line breaks

"how to shed the self in a poem"
and how.
the world, it cannot hold
obviously. no amount of glue

so scratch the self, fuck the world
what remains--others?
but how now, outside the self
wearing glasses magnifying the eye

oh wait, the natural world
the all seeing eyeball!!
or something, here is my poem:
it is dark//there is dirt//nothing

is illuminated when you say it like that
how am I supposed to assemble limbs
an ideology is a gravel and dandelion path
a her and a you and a me

I have been taught that you must write
an issue, a rule, an analysis, a conclusion
I would really love to stop writing codes
this tiny poem canon, knowable only to myself

"I can’t write a poem simply from good intentions, wanting to set things right, make it all better; the energy will leak out of it, it will end by meaning less than it says." Adrienne Rich


but here I am.