All right, come on, in, but bring
your own dixie cup, you bitch—
I’d admit you exist.
and I’ve already got two mouths to feed
just sitting here alone.
Ok, you’ve been around—someone
dropped your name in a poem
and a man you know
is inventing the moon,
the sun, and the stars—even himself—
so you think that’s where you’ve been.
Then what are you doing here,
O Lady of Light, the Night,
light traveler faster than the speed of sound,
grounded, and planting a flat
size seven on my space bar?
Dolly, today we’ll play it straight—
get your rump off my desk chair
and I won’t work your side of the street.
