The Lyric “I” Drives to Pick up Her Children from School: A Poem in the Postconfessional Mode

“i” has not found, started, finished “i’s” morning poem, the poem “i” was writing about “i” having sex with the man “i” left her husband for the night before or maybe just this morning. a sex poem, so to speak, so to say, so as to lay... a foundation for... what???????? SEX i lost my sex /poem! how did it go? i know it was called SEX something about my bosky acres, my unshrubb’d down ‘bout all being tight and yare (bring in tiresias?) did you say soothe? tiresias, who lies fucking more? whoops. who likes fucking more ? (“bring in // the old thought //(allen grossman doing yeats) that life prepares us for//what never happens”) today (the color of )