All I Want

Got a rejection from Southeast Review. Too bad.
But the most important thing is I like the poems I’d sent them.
So I have them back now. The poem’s the thing.

I don’t care if I’m rejected by SE Review, but bring me a poem.
(A poem with legs, and soft haunches.)

I don’t care if I’m promoted at work, but bring me a poem.
(A poem that can stand on its head, like yogis, like water.)

I don’t care whose family we visit at Christmas, but bring me a poem.
(A poem sumptuous as blue ink on rough paper.)

I don’t care if I lose my internet access, but bring me a poem.
(A poem that eats lunch at midnight.)

I don’t care if there’s a run in my stocking, or if I add two grey hairs a day or George Bush finds oil on the moon, just bring me a poem.
(A poem that entertains like hipsway, and sings in the voice of a cricket.)