by Michael Tyrell

You look so serious.
You look miserable.
You look like you’re lost.
It feels like Spring in January.
A friendly reminder.
Send proof. I never
made my confirmation
but I have a confirmation
number, will that work,
God, if one person
doesn’t bring up AI today
I will say–
no, I don’t know
what else I will say.
What they will say I said
I didn’t say. You
don’t say.

Michael Tyrell’s poems have appeared in many magazines and anthologies, including Agni, The Best American Poetry, BOMB, Braving the Body, Columbia, the Iowa Review, The New Republic, The Paris Review, Ploughshares, and The Yale Review. He is the author of three books of poems: The Wanted, Phantom Laundry, and The Arsonist’s Letters. He teaches writing at New York University.