Friday, October 7, 2016
Jessica at work
She took the lid from the cod liver oil
Behind a chair and peered out.
She took my briefcase from long
Ago across the room, and if I sit
At my desk she is underneath
Chewing on the floor. It may
Be true that Wordsworth and
Byron were jealous of Keats,
But if one isn’t competing
For public acclaim, what
Boots it how good Keats
Was? I’ve read some
Poets I thought quite good.
Jessica might chew the wood
Beneath me, but I couldn’t
Write like them. Jessica
Asks what good is my fine
Health if I flee to Idaho
To peer out from between the
Trees. I take everything from
Her with a grain of salt.
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