If Richard Brautigan had done all of his writing
from inside fabric-covered cubicle walls,
how different it might have been.
In Watermelon Sugar might have read
like a battery charger user manual,
or the back of a ketchup bottle.
Trout Fishing in
like a home therapy remedy for rickets,
or the possible side effects for Cialis.
Willard and His Bowling Trophies
might have been sketched out on Post-Its,
and accidentally tossed away by the cleaning staff.
Revenge of the Lawn
may have been about fertilizer application,
and its effect on water quality.
He might never have written past
or drank port wine on the job,
and his life, not his death, would have been the real tragedy.