You Are Boring

You are boring. The world is grateful. It doesn't have to listen to you. It doesn't have to pay for your chapbook. It doesn't need to pretend your readings are interesting. Yes, you can just go to sleep now. In those dreams you aren't dull. You aren't sitting in your chair typing these words. You aren't scratching your nose or ass or both. You aren't thinking of making love with someone who'd be embarrassed about these thoughts being shared with the public. You aren't really anything, you're a figment and an angel, and that's when you're really real.