patience

the tiny little bear
could not have been
more than five inches tall
as she sang the national anthem

don't give me
that look
as if
there are
nofiveinchbears.

when i talked to her
after

she said,
"I have
a thousand
ideas
in
my
freakin'
bear
brain."

"Indeed.
indeed,"
i told her,
"write."

don't roll your eyes at me
she can.

yes,
it will be shit

fiveinchbearshit

that has to be worth something
somewhere.

so,
let her

then pick it up
put it in a bag

enjoy the thick smell
and roll your eyes
to the bank

or,
if fiveinchbearshit is the same
as all the rest

let some other poor slob
step in it with their nifty
$500 wingtips

let some other moron
say, "this is the best fiveinchbearshit
i've ever seen."

let it go.

but don't
please
don't
roll your
eyes at me.