I Don’t Remember Now Which Poem It Was

But This Is Exactly Why I Asked Her

I asked if she would read my poem, 
but not as if she were herself.

“Please, read it,” I asked, “as if
you don’t know me.”

“Okay,” she said, “I’m game.”

I handed her my yellow
legal pad.

“Oh. What’s this?”
she asked.

“My poem?” I said, falling 
hopelessly.

“And, you are?” she asked.
“Fred,” I said.

“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘Fred,’ I said.”

“Oooh, you’re little introduction
rhymes, ‘Fred I Said.’ I like that

in a poem.”
She said.

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