how not to write

first, go to your room
you must have a particular room for this,
but the arrangement doesn’t have to be
monogamous.

look out the window at the bird
eating your plums.

see how the bird is not a poem, but a bird
picking at fruit and shitting where it sings
and it’s feral, and its song is not good.

and the plums are not yours either, but belong
to the plum tree.

there are enough things for everybody.

now fold up your mind, and be happy.