THE POEM FOR YOU
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.