Because the bus was late.
Because my daughter needs a folding poster board
for a science project.
Because I won't get to eat dinner.
Because the poems will all be experimental.
I won't understand them.
I won't fit in.
It looks like rain.
Because I'm going out again
Because I need something to wear.
Because on the way home I saw two brown shoes
placed by a telephone pole,
but they weren't my size.
I ran out of reasons at nine,
so I went out for some poetry
and a glass of cheap wine.
Cheap Wine and Poetry at Richard Hugo House, with the launch of the latest issue of When It Rains from the Ground Up.