Fame must be like driving
in a downpour
or squinting through it —
trying to see
what’s what at night
with no one else around
but with warnings loudly
Or maybe being well known means in fact that
wet shirts finally feel normal.
Maybe in fact you may suddenly get the chills
from all the headlines
and then say a threadbare
Well wow thank you
in a shiver
Truth be told acclaim is probably like when creeks flood
your low ground
and only trees and dogs are watching
from the dry above
as you flail by
in a froth
Yes, popularity must be like how her house smells —
damp and musty forever–
long after your great great aunt has turned in her ticket
for good