Today I am all tops without tails,
titles without poems:
Rain Check
Bathtub Gin
Morphine, Mania
Middle School

I will all of these bright seeds
to bloom into verse.

Sunday, I sat laughing with you
and told you my novel went nowhere.
I was all character.
But I thrilled when you said:
you can count on me for plot.

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