This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow!
“What’s a haiku?”
I am the single greatest poet in this entire room.
so what’s a soliloquy?”
I adopt a blank stare
and my eyes roll back
and my mind becomes a bare room
with tumbleweeds billowing around it.
“I have no fucking idea,” I say.
“I thought you were some kind of poet?”
“Yeah, I am, but yeah, maybe it’s something to do with lines?”
“What about a limerick?”
“Definitely Irish, probably dirty.”
“That doesn’t sound like an official definition at all.”
“Hey go crack a fucking dictionary, I’m not a goddamn linguistic jukebox.”
“I just knew you claimed to be a poet.”