I want to write a poem instead
of a status report, or a weekly update,
or a blog entry. But I don’t have time,
and though I have poems in my head,
I don’t have blog entries. I can’t think
of what to put here, and the things I want to say
to the people who need to hear
have already been heard.
Did you keep my heart in 1996? Did you
see the cat stretch, its back arching as it cast
off the world? Did I forget to tell you how
he died? Do you remember?
Jazz fills my office, and it is good.