Is Poetry Fake News?
My poetry is not fake news
he said
it is directly channeled from
my muse
Deeply offended
he asked
why I said
all poetry is fake news
Nothing about poetry
is fake
Fickle though we may be
As poets
We do not perform
sleights of hand shadow
work with our
fingers or mouths
My muse is coy
Seductive
with its filtered self
pity cry
There are no fickle poets
he says
I hear fickle
I think of pickle
My muse spoke this to me
I saw
Shadow work
A trick
My
Self
In
The
Mirror
I am
Not
That old
I told myself
As I picked up
My pen
This Is Also the Weather
I fell asleep while
You held my leg and dreamed we
made out
It’s the Sky, Again
My god descended
from a rusty nail
colored mist
tattered wombs in tow
Replace
man
made to dust
she said
eating a guava popsicle
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