Pomegranate

Dear Poets About Whose Work I Feel Ambivalent,
sometimes those sounds are nice,
and I want to thank you for being brave enough
to take the mic on a quiet night at the karaoke bar,
ignoring the lines that scroll by while
the actors pretend to be in love in the park,
walking hand in hand as the low-res sky
turns purple. I want to thank you for making me
ask myself if I actually enjoy the taste
of pomegranate or simply the newness on the tongue.
And when I decide to go back to the cranberry
that’s been keeping my urine so clean,
please don’t be offended in the least; I just prefer
to sing in the car and tell stories at the bar.