Sometimes, you write a poem about wishes, dishes and fishes,
and you spend a long time on the rhythm and meter
and then you expend a magical wish
on just erasing all the time you wasted on that poem
just to keep yourself clean.

Only you didn’t clean yourself of the memory
of that wasted time
and you don’t want to waste another wish
on that fucking waste of a poem
– you’ve already invested too much
on that godforsaken thing already.

So to get some value out of the
sunken cost
– if not in time, then in braincells –
you figure you have to at least get a poem out of the thing
so you compose an explanation,
and, well,
there you have it.

If you have any questions,
I’ll be in the back.