typewriter
the writing life
and this is me, says the poet, with an eye tremor
hooked
in which the poet struggles to give a coherent account of himself
the poet doubts his place in the world, but writes anyway
the short order poet sounds worryingly emphatic
please welcome onstage
the poet gets into an exaggerated sweat about something
whatever kinda poet are ye?
the poet looks in the mirror too long and gets a little dizzy
