AS IF THE POET LOVES EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE

Hm. Writing a poem about not remembering a poem (per prior post) ended up eliciting the ex-forgotten poem. With this poetics excerpt:

...And don’t
forget to
behave

as if the
poet truthfully
loves

everything and everyone.

The poker-playing angels must have had a good game last night. Must have enjoyed using me as fodder for their bets. She cocks an eye towards them -- and the third eye sticks out its tongue.