Make no mistake
I’m not writing this for you.
I’d much prefer
If this poem
Never existed to you.
Make no mistake,
I’m just as vain
As every other poet.
Make no mistake,
I choose this
Out of desperation
Because much of life
Is choosing the option
That hurts less
Than the alternative.
I’d feel better if I had no name.
No check list.
No moving finish line.
No intangible ridiculous
Trophy we all
Seem to let dictate our lives.
Make no mistake
I’m not writing this for you.
I simply don’t know
What else to do.