Prompt: Write a list poem starting with “I am…”
unable to think of a fitting description of myself for this poetic prompt.
I could write about my teacher identity,
but that’s already been the accidental focus of my poetry lately.
Perhaps I could write about my declaration of fiery, ginger glory,
but I am only minimally defined by my hair color.
It is possible to write about my lesbian poet label,
but, really, anything I write falls under that category by default.
Mayhaps you would like to learn of the summer in high school
where a friend and I only spoke in British slang. We were the dog’s bollocks.
Ooh! I’d like to tell you how I’m convinced my dog is a drag queen,
but one simple search of “Max the Dog” confirms that.
My caffeine addiction would make an interesting topic,
but a post about “addiction” would lead to unwanted spam in my inbox.
If you’d like to learn something fascinating,
we could discuss my one-night-gig as a fashion model from Jersey.
I should probably write something insightful,
something that has changed me for the better…or worse…
I know! You’d really like to know about my phobia
of flapping pigeons at night…?
Alas, perhaps it is best if we smile politely
and pretend this prompt didn’t happen.
After all, I really don’t know how to define myself in this hodge-podge of tidbits floating around in my head.