Good Karma

Good use of baristas and spoons, Ryan Eckes
Good use of my memory

The details of that day, I barely recall
besides the hot room
the hot poems
and the grateful retreat outback
punctuated by a
"Bellisimo!"
and a tapping of butts

We gulped and buzzed Before
and After, as well
in cups and glasses
outside and in
That, is mostly what I remember
That, and jobs, jobs, jobs
And
No
Wait
"...a Guinness!"

This, mostly, is what I remember
The way this girlady absolved herself
of the responsibility
of remembering names
Mostly this, and little else
Which is okay
Because I won't remember
your fucking name either
Alina

Rows of faces, some tense and demanding
others not quite so much
These, I dismember mostly
A few words, like breathe
and insolent--good words
Moistly these and not much more
Good use of words
Words I November
Almost two hundred days after

Sitting on a cup of hot tea
writing many new bold things
Most shit
And if this is shit, I can take solace
in the fact that none of it is mine