You’ve never seen this poem.
It assembles my sighs. You were having lunch
and I hadn’t even written it yet.
No one has seen this poem
because I haven’t finished writing it.
I’m not trying to be ironic or clever.
This is simply true.
Imagine if you had seen this poem before.
If you want to think about that, please do.
Should I expect you to do some work?
My poem will separate the discerning reader
from the reader who is kind of a jerk.
But don’t think about this any more.
After all, you don’t know me. And you’ve never seen this poem before.