I think you thought
you were marrying a poet.
I did.
But I wasn’t a poet,
because I wanted my poems
to be perfect.
It was so hard to be perfect,
that I didn’t try.
Maybe that’s why
you thought I was.
I hadn't failed, yet,
for lack of trying.
But sometimes,
when I wasn’t thinking too hard,
a poem happened.
They got copied from hard drive to hard drive,
from KayComp to PowerBook,
risking nothing.
They are all for you, now,
because you no longer think
poets are perfect
and I am
willing to try.
9/14/03