Late Start

I was good at kissing, without learning how.

And I was good at doing other things with my mouth too,

I just knew how it worked.

Late start no matter,

there it all was soon as I began.

So why can't I just make nice art without practicing first.

Why doesn't it just come out of me

at any little pull

any little heat.

Dark years held tight in shimmery muscle,

I wasn't writing poems.

Red-faced baby, you're doing just fine,

be as ugly as you can.