You Can't Make Life Up, or Do You Want to Hear a Poem
I wonder why
it's fiction I chose
long form fiction
when I am the short form
tell the story sort.
Yesterday the day
the guard
at the gym we have only
said hello his name
is Mohammed when he said
as I was walking in
want to hear a poem?
It was a good poem
he wrote it why
he can't feel wind.
After Breena and Jessica
read last night
in the East Village
strong reading we
decided to take a LYFT car
home. We were cold. It was
late. Aziz, our driver,
gentle man from Morocco
he pulled over as we
were getting out of the cab.
My friend died a year ago.
I have 70 of his poems he said.
They're in French.
Do you want to hear a poem?