August 16, 2011
At happy hour, two weeks ago,
I began talking with a guy who
(as my interest waned) boasted,
that he was in Wikipedia.
Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia
I shrugged like it was nothing.
He wanted more admiration than this,
not everyone can be listed in there.
Apparently, there is a “process”.
And now, I’m obsessed with it.
I want to be able to Wikipedia myself.
If some schmuck in a bar did,
why can’t I?
I think about my life so far.
I’m not sure that religiously giving
spare change to the homeless will be enough.
I can twirl a baton and sometimes catch it,
but unless I learn to do it while
balanced on the nose of a seal
who is balanced on a ball,
it’s a forgettable gift and not
I could probably get in there
if I schmoozed my way
through social circles,
I could become the
blah blah blah to a yada yada yada.
But I have a knack for
befriending starving artists,
half of whom can’t even afford
their Internet access bill-
I’d end up only schmoozing my way to an open mic night.
jennifer donnell (San Clemente, CA, 1979)