Reminder
I have always wanted to carry a little notebook
around to jot down my epiphanies and later
incorporate them into my poetry, but so far
my efforts have only led to phone numbers
and grocery lists. I can’t use the numbers
because they are private, and who wants
to hear about eggs, milk and ham, unless
they remind you of things you need on
your own grocery list? I know there are certain
among you who would rather have your
memories refreshed about celery, cheese
and oven cleaner than about the way
the sun strikes a periwinkle or how
perky people stir terror in my soul.