My poetry is the middle name that is not found in the baby book.
Because it was first the item that was not in the wedding registry.
But people were mad.
They did not have children
They did not participate in the wedding.
Because they were not invited.
No surprise.
These people said you cannot bring a present that is not in the registry.
I said I was not bringing a present, but the present.
I said I was not coming to open wines in open bars, but I would give them my open whines.that open barred.
I was not going to a reception, but I hoped my poetry would get a good reception.
But they told me I was under arrest for disturbing the peace so throw up my hands
They said to swallow my pride, so throw up my hands.
They walked around me and said they would fight me, so throw up my hands
That’s three times they wanted me to raise my fists.
And I only have two fists.

I told them
My poetry is still given to people
Both in books and in registries
It is still a part of a celebration
Of a greater human language.
Because although it is not part of a baby book
Or a wedding registry
It has a birth certificate.
Called Poetry.
It has a drivers license
Called Poetry.
You are so concerned with the beginning
That you forget this poetry still has to live
After Happily Ever After.
After I do.
Comes We are.
I thought about the future
You just thought about a name that my poetry could not pronounce.
And that people would not remember
So when my poetry brings the drive and you are just staring.
Just remember there will be a time when you don’t even have to say his name.