What Happens After
I like the questions people ask. Here's one. What happens after you post your poem.
What Happens After I Post My Poem
I like lists, although I never make them, went through a time it lasted for years where I would pick up lists that strangers left behind at the supermarket. In their carts. I had a whole big folder of them. Where are those lists now? They are not filed. I have no files. And if I were to make a list now what happens after I post my poem I go upstairs and work on my interminable novel a novel that is no longer a novel but a collection of stories, vaguely linked because now the narrator is one person not many many was too confusing, even for me
and what are the other things I'd like to do that I don't, almost never, not for any good reason, the very long list of what I don't get to because I just don't an hour of yoga in the morning maybe even meditation after or before at least headlines in the major papers read a while in one of the Big Books by my bed then a long hike up a mountain (I have never taken a long hike up a mountain but as long as I am making this theoretical list there it is) a letter to my Aunt Ruthie she is 93 the last time I wrote her a letter we were both much younger and then I'd gather all the fresh fruits lying around organic papayas and mangoes and blueberries too into a juicer I do not have a juicer organic papaya either I've got blueberries because they were on sale at Price Chopper and I would make a drink that I wouldn't call a Smoothie. Not ever.