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When I Grow Up

When I grow up
I think I’ll be a poet
and sit in my study
with my tea and my typewriter
and share my wisdom with the world
I’ll have a cult following
be a celebrated nobody
that English majors will recognize
in the coffee shop a few times a year
and be just as poor as I am now
but with a check in the mail from my publisher once a month
I’ll wear knitted vests and old blazers
and people will listen to all my bullshit
and pay me $300 to speak at their conferences
I’ll give the same advice writers have given since the beginning of time
but people will listen to it
because I said it
and one day when I’ve retired
and nobody has noticed
someone will pick up a tattered copy of my life’s work
from the bargain bin for fifty cents
and want to be just like me.
My driver’s license says I’m almost 30 now,
but I still plan on growing up someday,
and when I do, I think I’ll be a poet.

Moon Fixer

She saw the sun bow out behind
the golden curtain of the sky,
then pushed the fluffy clouds away,
laughing as they tickled her face.
She hung the stars up in the night,
flung all about and one at a time
in a messy, graceful kind of play,
until she beheld the moon, broken back
like the leftovers of some monstrous snack.
And how she did it I may never know,
but I know she fixed it, for she told me so
in the morning after she awoke.