I love the idea. The blind date of our lives
where we each hide the person we should be.
Presto. The stage is over, curtained after
the theater, moving along the sidewalk far
back in ourselves until the genuine article
is enclosed. A latent wait for my life
to happen until it happens. Make a list
of pros and cons. Go to a noisy restaurant
with an obscurant atmosphere to think about
perfection. We should have a monologue.
I'm sorry I don't show anything say a good
time in advance in perpetuum I want to be
anything say a life I just need
say anything a reason say grace.

[This poem is from from The Fall of Because (c 1999), which can be ordered at http://www.puddinghouse.com/pub-guide.htm .]