Optioned
Of my days I’m director
not author
and neither of us has
any money
I was born with a wooden spoon
in my ass
Imagine my embarrassment!
Then go ahead and imagine your own
What does a house do?
That’s easy
It houses
just as a cloud
pulls the light from a face
when someone utters mortgage
In any other world
a sweet name
for a daughter
beginning as it does
with a little death