Ars Poetica II: Say That I Was an Obsession Poet
Say that I wrote about sex until I was sex
alive and tactile and pungent and as unequivocal
as the new baby’s behind
Say that I wrote about death until I wasn’t scared of it anymore,
until it became just one giant exam I could pass because I knew
all the answers and all the questions--champion of the Death Quiz Show
Say that I wrote about love until I loved everybody in perpetuity
and they could feel me loving them ten years after I was dead
layer after layer after layer of amor
Say that I wrote to you in everything , you there
in the fourth row, three seats in from the left, you know
this is for you, don’t you?
Don’t you?
—Ernie Wormwood