Micropoetry

Choose Me. Micro, Like my Ping Is

Tiny Poetry by a Tiny Pianist

Gemini Pro by Google

Choose Me

Choose me, not your phone, cigarettes, or tv.
Choose me, at the end of the day — it’s all about family,
at least that’s what they say
and by they, I mean me.

Choose me, not the magazine.
People? How ironic, how iconic
do I have to be
for you to simply
choose me?

Choose me. I’m kind of over asking
my hands are multi-tasking
the porn is trauma-masking
the shooters pass the time
until my memory can misalign
and I enjoy the feel
of myself, again.

Choose me. Like I do
every time
but I always stand in line
waiting to choose you
first.

— agod