Elvis

i am going to publish all my poems there will be about 50 books everyone will notice everyone will care there will be a movement then i will fake my own death then everyone will really notice then everyone will really care because, now dead they can see me in a different light what was once accidental now is profound what was once amateur is now precocious i am so much deeper with a brain six feet under publishers will rejoice, poetry without the poet! they will make various minimalistic covers and i'll be immortalized in hardcover my first grade teacher will say she knew all along but then i'll come back from the dead i'll wake up come back from my hole underground where i'd been chatting it up with elvis and say to everyone you were wrong that theory is bullshit that poem was about pancakes not about gender inequality i don't have daddy issues and freud and princeton were wrong about that one line about that one thing and you shoulda loved me while i was alive when i could have talked back the first time not when i was dead and you could say i meant whatever it is you wanted me to mean and you were free to chew until the flavor was all but lost because now, when i die for real you never know when i might come back and correct you about that one line about that one line that only i can know the truth about. “just some fun free verse” Published November 25th, 2010 on her Deviantart, Cyberdelika. Read on Misery Loves Company, September 25th, 2020