On a Bench

Right now
I’m supposed to be writing poetry
I signed up for a thing
and I paid money
So I have to do it
Because otherwise…
you know

So here I sit in front of
Woodburn Hall
On a wooden bench
With metal handrails
and legs
Two rows of shiny bolts
attach the wood to the metal
Me with notebook
Me writing
what I plan to pass off as a poem