tim

i sent my poems to a lit mag
and the guy wrote back to me:
"Thanks for letting us consider some of your work,"

can you believe it?
he thanked me
for letting him consider my work
i must be a truly great writer

to an editor
it must be a privilege to receive my
robot manuscript
in the internet e mails box

i am going to get so big
i will be really famous
and make money
really, any money at all
would be nice right now

but right there is when things got hairy:
"Thanks for letting us consider some of your work, Michael."

i
am not Michael.
apparently, though
it is a good thing to be Michael
this presented a problem

"Looking forward to the read.

Best,
Tim"

i decided
to play it cool

"OK-- thanks much Tim."

i said.

maybe he will not notice
i am NOT Michael
until after he accepts the poems

i am eating thai
and drinking an old heineken
i found in the fridge of the
children's museum

i have eaten little enough today
that the one beer is getting me
a little drunk

old heineken
tastes worse than heineken

please send me some money, tim