Julie’s Reviews > Modern Poetry: Poems > Status Update

I know
someone who saw a famous
lounge singer carried
out of a Vegas hotel
on a stretcher with a broken
light bulb in his ass.
Be that guy.
Don't be Jesus, be the Shroud.
Don't be the savior, be the stain.

from Rhapsody

'It seems wrong
to curl now within the confines
of a poem. You can't hide
from what you made
inside what you made

or so I'm told."

from Curl