E.G.'s 4/4 NaPoWriMo Entry

BLOGPOEM THE SECOND


How can you google me if you don't know me
yet? I'm not the typo of anyone else's name
and maybe there already is a "backwards poet."
A coccyx poet, poet of the fractal on a Post-It.
The poet of "chaise longue" not "chaise lounge."
In a frontispiece skirt, the poet nostalgic
for advent calendar chocolates. But is it possible
that someone besides me was complimented
three times on Saturday night for her haircut,
NOT HAVING GOTTEN A HAIRCUT?
Nevermind: a better game is to try to think
of something that's NOT possible. But
before we start playing let me establish that
I believe anything is possible.