Thank you
for pointing out the shortcomings in my reportage.
I knew how yellow the tears were
and went on with them anyway,
turned the tears on and cried right through anyway.
If the girl were my girl—
no. Any of the blood-curdled bandage-holding.
I worry of razor-burn. On my genitals! How frivolous is this?!
I worry about making a good pizza, and
about giving my friends the pieces of it
and how all the gifts I could give
my mother would never be enough
or father, for teaching me to shave.
The small widget of this audio
clip, not even a whole news
story, but part of a news story,
so discrete; disposable
if in disposing left the hard disc,
doesn't; but is integral. I think
it is integral.
