THE WORST

It’s true, 

I always imagine 

the worst, 

the small circus 

in my head 

closing, 

the bearded lady 

forced to shave 

twice a day, 

the lion dying 

of hunger 

under the swing set 

in a neighbor’s 

backyard, 

people saying

about me 

that he used 

to write poetry.


Howie Good