That everything's inevitable.
That fate is whatever has already happened.
The brain, which is as elemental, as sane, as the rest of the processing universe is.
In this world, I am the cutest thing.
Scrunched-up arms, folded legs, lovely destitute eyes.
Please insert your spare coins.
I am filling them up.
Please insert your spare vision, your vigor, your vim.
But yet, I am a vatic one.
As vatic as the Vatican.
In the temper and the tantrum, in the well-kept arboretum.
I am waiting, like an animal, for poetry,
For poetry . . .
Katy Lederer is the author of the poetry collection Winter Sex and the memoir Poker Face: A Girlhood Among Gamblers. She lives in Manhattan.