somebody take my picture, quick!
right now
kathy’s upstairs baking something.
i don’t know what it is, but
the recipe calls for whiskey.
she asked me to get it for her,
so i dug a bottle
of Jack Daniels
out of the liquor cabinet.
it’s right now sitting on top of
the desk in front of me,
along with my reading glasses
and some poems i just finished.
it’d make a great picture…
the hard-drinking and harder-living
poet,
knocking off the poems
and the JD
with equal skill.
a great picture.
take it now.
take it now and
i’ll sign it for you.
take it now and
i’ll give you twenty bucks
to go away.
take it now before you go upstairs
and take that other picture…
you know the one…
me,
in an apron,
taking cookies from the oven.