write a poem about me

write me a poem she says
out of the blue.

I need something to read.

I tell her where to go to find
a few thousand
raggedy scribblings

that have come out of me over
the years.

no, she says, I want a new one.
I want a new poem, something fresh.

just about me, and only me.

I scratch my head and look
at her.

her long legs, her black nails
and lips like rose
petals wanting
to be kissed.

I try to kiss her, but she
pushes me away. no she says.
I want my poem first.

there'll be none of that, not
until I get my poem.

I had work to do.