Process

Ask about
my process, and I'll tell
you this: my parents
learned that children
make a cost-efficient parcel
delivery service when business
associates live in
the same apartment
complex.

More
me, since I
was the oldest,
but every now
and then my sister
would want to tag
along to my unheard
protests.

And one night, I left
her behind halfway back
from our destination. I thought
she knew the way
home. She didn't.

I did not receive
my usual wage
that night. I went to bed
without dinner. My sister
enjoyed it.

And that's how
I write
a poem.