My Favorite Poet

I called my sister yesterday
and told her I thought my poems
were getting stale
I told her I had stalled
and was in a dead mans spin
she said why do you think that is
I said I can't get beyond myself
and my brain thinks I am interesting
and I am sure that I am the
only one who might think that
it is too attached to me
so I write stuff about me
she said move your mind
think outside the box
go outside your brain
or put it in a box
and send it on a trip
around the world
she said write
about your favorite poet
I said I am my favorite poet