Two Poems

 
 
EVER YOU ARE

My subject, myself, my object, I
too have spent my whole life
hungry. Any human contact
brings news of me to me.
Any information is news.
Today I helped a stranger.
Wished I was a medic.
Everyone would say how good
I am that bad. Look at me
admire my own handwriting, it’s
disgusting. Put that down.

 
 
MY SUBJECTS

There are three
people float
ing in a
lake. One does
not know how
to swim and
neither do
the others,
saying I
don’t know how
to swim I
don’t either.
But there they
are. They’re float
ing straight up
and down so
the top third
of each face
bobs just a
bove the wa
ter. These are
a few of
my favor
ite subjects.