This is to bring the part of you

outside the poem

into it.

This is the poem

knocking on your skull’s front door,

calling out your shame

your despicable acts

to sit around in lawn chairs

in the evening sun

and say they like it here.

This is the poem

as dance permit

delivered to your sissy hips.

That doesn’t mean you have to do it,

but this poem’s here for you

willing to be filled,

willing to look straight at you

like a baby

or an old lady.

This poem accepts your apologies.

Yell at this poem. It can take it.

Enter the poem. Let it take your shape,

Say it. Don’t hold back, say it.

This poem won’t go behind your back,

It cannot fail.

Being here, you have succeeded, totally.