Hello, I’d like to report a missing muse.
That’s right, muse: m-u-s-e.
Well, you know, they…they make poetry happen.
A runaway? I don’t know really…maybe…
but she’s probably a bit old for that.
How do I know she’s missing?
Well, aside from the obvious…
That nothing makes poetry happen,
apologies to Auden.
What? Oh, no one; I assure you he’s not involved.
She and I usually hang out regularly,
at least once a month or so,
and she texts me a lot, only not lately.
And she hasn’t posted on Facebook
in I don’t know how long.
The last time I saw her?
Well, I haven’t ever seen her exactly…
No, I don’t have a history of mental problems,
well, not terribly serious ones anyway…
A photo? Well, no, she’s a bit camera shy, actually.
Describe her? Well, she’s, she’s…
What? Amusing? No, that’s not quite it…
Oh, wait, I get it; that’s clever, but no…
More like inspirational, I guess you’d say.
Physical appearance? Well…
That’s right, I wouldn’t know.
Yes, yes, I know I’m not giving you
much useful information to go on.
But please, I really need your help.
She’s been gone for a while now,
and I miss her. I’m just not
very productive without her.
Thanks so much. I appreciate that.
Yes, please do call if you get any leads.
Thanks again. Good-bye.
Hope to hear from you soon.
T. Allen Culpepper