A POEM by MATTHEW KLANE

THE REALITY CHECK


I know no one is

gonna see this or care,

correct?

that I shared some very personal

epistemological verses

and a peer I work closely with

repeatedly mocked me.

This is not a bit.

I’m literally at work rn

and this shit is happening rn.

I hate it here.

I hate it more and more

every single day,

society’s enlarging circles

fucking spheres of influence,

the flu.

I’m incensed.

I’m literally burning

all of the cameras and the clocks

in this Borders bookstore rn

I ambiently overheard

my coworker

behind the information desk

saying,


You can rip on Rupi Kaur,

but the truth is

honey

her words are out there

offering services,

advancing knowledge for a profit,

and your words

mere hours spent

playing

Van Halen on Guitar Hero,

catcalling kittens-with-love-eyes,

screaming into the void.

You have to come to grips

fucking grapple

with the fact

that you went into this

little writer’s group

fully aware

of your impossible need

to express the inexpressible,

correct?


but the truth is

anyone who reads this

has said transphobic things.

 

Matthew Klane is the author of Canyons (w/ James Belflower, Flimb Press 2016), Che (Stockport Flats 2013) and B (Stockport Flats 2008). An e-chapbook from Of the Day is online at Delete Press, an e-book My is online at Fence Digital, and a chapbook Poetical Sketches is available from The Magnificent Field. He currently lives and writes in Albany, NY. See: matthewklane.com.