by Jen Hunt, from the archives
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because I wear dresses without pockets
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because I still can’t remember my husband’s social security number
After eleven years of being listed as his dependent on the road side-assistance card
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because the AAA operator had trouble
Finding my membership information in the database
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because it takes the gestational length of a common fruit fly
For phone reps in Texas to find Rhinelander Wisconsin on a map
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because I have found I actually prefer being put on hold to just about anything else
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because locksmiths don’t believe poets deserve anything in a hurry
This poem is for all the poems I will never write
Because they began in my head when I should have been minding my car keys
