Upon Reading Your Poem
My sensibility is greater than your sensibility,
ha, ha, my metaphors are fresher than yours
my images are sharper
my enjambment jams
my evocativeness is more
evocative than yours
my meaning is deeper than your meaning
because my intention is clearer.
I have more miles to go before I sleep
than you do
and my fog sits on little cat feet
while yours just drifts off into the ether.
My April is crueler than yours
my words are better than your words,
mine have more to say;
I understand place better than
you understand place
because I live in a nicer place
than you live.
My ability to go beyond place
is farther ranging than is yours
and so much more depends on
my red wheelbarrow
than on your white chickens
(and I have more degrees than you do)
also more inadequacies.