January 2004 / Volume Five / Issue One
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Liz Lynn Miller

First )

Itís true
if you didnít
show and tell me
how to affix
that label
and then layer
over it
a tidy square
of sturdy tape,
Iíd fuck it up
for sure
'cause Iím
just so damn stupid.

Second )

And if you
hadnít listed
on my schedule
(which you
drew up for me
'cause Iím
not smart enough
to draw it up
to deliver mail
at 11:55
and place
those packages

too large
for pigeonholes
on colleagueís desks,
you know
Iíd hammer
those great big parcels
into too small holes
'cause Iím
a fucking idiot,
thatís why.

Third )

And I
so gratefully recall
the day you expected
the Press,
and forbade me
to answer
any questions
because although
itís me
who once wrote news
and knows
how reporters
get that news,
I canít be trusted
to speak.

Or think.