AS IF

This morning, Connie backed her car into one of the planters in front of the house. She got out and ruefully noted, "My behind is bigger than I thought...."

Then we looked at each other and cracked up. "Story of my life..." she said.

And I recall how I, too, can be a much bigger ass than I concede I can be. As my allusion when I wrote this new poem at the Beach House:

...I have
boasted

for a long
time to
other

poets, as if
I possessed
some

knowledge they did
not already
know.