wait for book three

she tells me 

i'm going onto amazon

and give your book

the best review 

in the history of reviews.

seven stars.

i tell her,

there's only four stars possible.

and besides you don't even read poetry,

you hate poetry

until i write something about you.

that's true, she says, i'd read more,

but you haven't written about me

in years.

what does a girl have to do 

to get a poem written about her

these days?

please, i tell her, don't go there.

perhaps in book three

you'll appear.