I scan your poem
stick it through an OCR
and then cut out
the lines and phrases you added
to make the rhyme
and clinch the meter
You'll probably hate me forever
but I can now do a print out
that I can read without anger
carry round with me
enjoy you
~ ~ ~
These Wooden-Slat Blinds
rip up the light
jag my eyes
migraine screws me
On a tightrope
my balance wavers
I flash back over decades
pick up all the anxiety
every episode
A sweating, shaking heat
explodes into the birth of a universe
A universe without you
~ ~ ~
I built a reservoir
out of mashed potato
so you could walk around
and get some air
but they told me
not to play with my food