“Write me a poem,” he says
Through screens and selfies and 100-character bios
Does he want to get to know me better
or is this just a test?
“Write me a poem,” he says
He does not ask
I, dancing monkey, he, eager audience
This man demands I write him a poem
“Write me a poem,” he says
As if it’s that easy
As if these words aren’t molasses, slow and sweet
As if he is entitled to my poetry
It should be said
I want to be amenable
dying to please
Give me something to dance for
Turn on the music, loud, and let me loose
Watch me twirl with abandon
I will mesmerize you
“Write me a poem,” he says
And I oblige because I want to be amenable
But if he understands it, he does not let on
Because if he understands it, the next words he types should be, “I’m sorry”
and they’re not
