Sometimes a question
is asked
to make a statement.

Do I have to question why
I dance?
No.
In the just-being state,
dance just is.

Just as I am.

Even goddesses/
must face mortality. They/
need our love and prayers.

Does she even know/
that calling herself a ho’/
cuts me to the core?

If you have lived the/
impossibilities, then/
suddenly they aren’t.

The Listener: “If we make love, will you speak poetry to me?”
The Poet: “If I speak poetry to you, we will be making love.”

You should leave your hair /
until I am there and can/
run fingers through it.

Are we derailed? While/
she put on siding, I got/
put on a siding.

Me buying fresh, ripe/
strawberries and cream simply/
means I am hungry.

If some oil heiress/
hears me sing/
and swoons/
while I’m karaokeing,/
what shall I tell her? What do/
I say/
to make her leave me alone?/
To make her go away?

When a writer writes her/
during an all-nighter,/
one would expect/
he’ll be a wreck/
if he doesn’t delight her.