Sandra Simonds was so encouraging, and doesn't want me to stop posting poem in April. So here's a little something from her Warsaw Bikini from Bloof Books, one of my favorite presses in the whole wide world.
Just when you throw up
your hands
and say "I'm really a horrible
person," there's an-
other selfsame self that
assures you you are in-
deed more horrible
than previously suspected.
How dis-
proportionate!
It follows, then, that hidden
in this haunted mansion
a nuisance ghost
dressed up as grandpapa
pecks out your sleep and just
when you recognize that it's you
this you has re-
ceded into the cedar splintered
closet of the flesh saying--
"you see you're worse than me."
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