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I'm Maggie Smith and this is the slowdown. When I meet someone new or my Lyft driver strikes up a conversation or a new nurse practitioner asks, what do you do? It can be a little dicey, telling people I'm a poet or a writer. When I say I'm a poet, people always look surprised. One time a dental hygienist said, poet. Do people still do that? As if poetry was something people wrote only in Shakespeare's time. Sometimes people ask, what kind of poems do you write? Or what are your poems about? These seem like pretty basic questions, but I've always found them difficult to answer. What kind of poems do I write? Free verse poems for adults. Poems that mostly don't rhyme. And the other question is just as loaded because I'm not thinking about what my poems are about when I'm writing them. I'm not planning a theme. I think aboutness for a poet can be a trap. I think you can ruin a poem by going into it determined to write about something in particular. Ideally, you pay attention and listen and you let the language lead you. Not some idea of theme. The poem reveals itself over time. I was drawn to today's poem from the get go because of its title poem about everything except I went in anticipating maximalism. Everything but the kitchen sink, as the saying goes, and the poem delivered. But it also surprised me again and again, and I think it will surprise you too. Maybe deep down, all poems are about just that surprise, a feeling of discovery. Poem about everything except By Amy Lemon to write these days is to avoid telling people how angry I am. Daniel Nestor Behold the Rottweiler in its cage. Behold homemade cornhusk ornaments. Behold the photo of a J. Marr miniature piano. Behold the galaxy of knees at noon facing the maestro's fragrance. Behold. Behold I stand at the door and knock, knock, knock. Answer the call. Be real now. Be here and calculate cost versus Bennies. Don't be that person who waits until the last chorus to join in. Makes you look careless, care less. Rejection is a state like catalepsy to move through. Behold the scroll, the wretched bankroll, the double tongue summoning his minions to court, Calculate the chorus and ford the spring. A small thing, mysterious as amaryllis, A little water, a little sun. Behold my process of pretending. Sweet pea, the voice will always call a murmur or hum a spring burbling or a dammed up flood. Locally sourced, unforced, double spaced and tortured into shape. Copyright the Year of our Lord. Blank, blankety blank. Amen. Behold the ample galaxy, a naked miracle through the blinds. Clean your damn windows and the bulb will bloom.
