I Wanted to Write a Poem This Morning
and then the phone rang
and rang again
a woman about funding
and another woman about a fund raiser
for Brad Lander in Brooklyn next week
a man about making a bag for a January
conference union made bag and then
the super came because two pipes
have to be sealed what does that mean
a friend wants tickets to a Thursday performance
of the Harlemettes
nearly eleven and I wonder
if there's time today for a poem.