i.
You will see this on the internet,
in a blog,
or in a chapbook somewhere
I'm sure
Under the pen name of Abigail Beaudelle
(Which I will tell you in an interview).
You will probably read this poem,
as well you should,
along with many others,
about being bisexual
about self-mutilation
about vampirism
about cannabalism
about birth defects
about illnesses
about being a liar
about menstruating
about poetry
about sex
about vomiting
about corndogs
about piercings
about hermaphrodites
about transvestites
about amputation
about tilt-o-whirls
about love
And I hope you realize I mean all of it.
ii.
Dear Prospective Employer
I am several times over not a virgin.
Dear Prospective Employer
my ribs are sunken in.
Dear Prospective Employer
I have been touched by God
and I will need to have Sundays off
because I think I am a Christian.
Dear Prospective Employer
I have left many small pets
and house plants
to die of neglect.
Dear Prospective Employer
I have never touched drugs
or alcohol
but I want desperately to smoke
clove cigarettes and thin, fancy cigars.
Dear Prospective Employer
I don't like people much.
I have two friends.
I don't drive.
Dear Prospective Employer
I think I have an IQ of over 150.
I'm a terrible student and
I have trouble finishing assignments.
Dear Prospective Employer
I kind of want to be a crossdresser.
I buy my clothes at Goodwill.
Sometimes I don't brush my teeth.
iii.
Dear Prospective Employer
I'm sorry,
and I'm hoping
that you employ poets.