Wednesday, January 27, 2016

poem of the day 01.27.16

art is subjective

and it’s mozart’s birthday

and in one of the books i’m reading
a character curls into themselves
like a question mark

in the other they can’t decide
miso soup or salad for dinner

and i wonder what the fuck?

oh, you pretty little
MFA things

i put both books down
hum the jupiter instead

some say that it is bad to not finish a book
a disservice to the author

most mornings i think that life is too short
to fall into the shape of a question mark

to waste the energy
stacking five cent words onto each other

and if it’s miso soup or salad
that’s on the menu for tonight

well then you little literary darlings
i guess i opt for hunger too.


1 comment:

Charlotte said...

I've stopped reading books that don't get my attention by the first 3or4 chapters and I don't feel guilty about it anymore, either.

I really like your writing style!