If I could lip a poem,
Like a connoisseur of food,
Would I be famous?
Or, pariahed?

If I could sip an essence
From a language,
Would I be dead,
And famous?

If I could plot the stars,
Into an alphabet of numbers,
Would we keep dying,
Famously?

If I could knot the fars,
Without renumeration,
Would I be pariahed?
Or, famous?

Would I be dead?

Or newly read?

Can I keep a reader
Occupied?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/20/09