She Stood in Tears

Let’s go with Lockwood’s

Quipped definition,

Poetry is a

Glitch in what we know.

Are you not happy

To realize that

These past many years

You’ve just been glitching,

Glitching and glitching,

Your own Max Headroom

Sketch of what’s well known?

In the same essay

(You can pretend it

Really was a Max

Headroom interview),

Lockwood also wrote,

Of Keats, the effect

Of poetry is

Reliable still.

Your skin gets a whole

Size smaller. Shrinking

In your seat, you think,

Does the reader grow?

Or suffocate

As the poem constricts,

Glitching and glitching

Its algorithms

Until the breath slows?