Soft Song
Nothing about you is soft,
sir.
When people thank you for
your service
I wonder if
I am serviceable.
But this is a soft
song, a petal-wreath
that crowns you for being
funny, wise,
and yes,
tightly wired
with respect to
muscles.
Thank you for
humoring me
with songs.
With respect, sir,
words are all we offer.
As a young poet wrote,
“Let’s be grateful
for what we can have.”
1996, I shredded
that letter
with my teeth.
Plume: Issue #101 January 2020