admission of a poet

when i was 15
in that militantly idealistic space
that forms some core of who i am

i made all these decisions
i’m always making decisions
that this or that is this or that

& i decided that poetry was dead
& certainly no way to make money
which is really what’s important right

so it’s really funny 27 years later
when i find such a pleasurable voice
in my erratic prose poems

everyone keeps assuring me
poetry’s still dead but man
who fuck cares

copyright 2007 by Kia Gabrielle McLean