I'm crossing my fingers
holding my breath
tapping my toes with impatience, Beth
Beth, you don't know me
and I don't know anyone named you
but I've got poems to finish.
and I needed a name.
So I took yours. It fit well enough,
so no,
I'm not ashamed
but the poem itself, I admit
is a little bit
on the lame side, Beth.
What can I say. Maybe it's
that lackluster name of yours.
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