Really Shouldn’t Have, You Know

You don’t get to choose your muse, nor they you.
The record would resolve me of the crime.
Nothing romantic—functional will do.
Life’s awkward and very hard to rhyme.

The record will absolve me of the crime
implicit in the subject of this verse.
Life’s awkward when impossible to rhyme,
though lovely despite the exquisite curse

implicit in the subject of this verse—
a glance, a tone of voice, the gift of touch.
Though lovely, despite the exquisite curse,
it rains down gifts, but then it gives too much.

A glance, a tone of voice, a gift of touch—
nothing romantic, functional will do.
It rains down gifts until it gives too much.
You don’t get to choose your muse, nor they you.





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M. A. Schaffner has work recently published or forthcoming in The Hollins Critic, Magma, Tulane Review, Gargoyle, and The Delinquent. Other writings include the poetry collection The Good Opinion of Squirrels, and the novel War Boys. Schaffner spends most days in Arlington, Virginia or the 19th century.