Some poems are pretty
about dreams or life or love
But I mostly prefer poems
Like the underside of stuff

I like poems like fruit, ripped open
and getting in my eyes
Like the underside of rocks, crawling and alive
I like poems like the inside of apartment buildings
Like my parents, talking in their room
and hearing them say my name
Like waiting for the bus and edging away
from the drunk guy who keeps talking to me
I like poems like long lines at the DMV, like
the music they play in grocery stores
I like my poems pale, with their ribs sticking out
shadows under their eyes from years of sleepless nights

I like ugly poems, poems that look like me