A Thing Too Much of Not

How is it the French woman

asks but I do not know why

she asks me how it is because

I don’t even know what it is

[it’s a concatenation of an age,

a wettened and odd-oiled thing]

yet she knows I rely on the word

thing  too much; however, isn’t

it poetry that relies on the word

too much, or: what if the word

isn’t used by the poet nearly

enough? I mean, let’s look

at some synonyms for thing:

we have, well, okay—I do

like instrument, though now

my [in]body centers on harmony

& melody, not the savory thing,

& while I see object as a healthy

pick, it feels safe, overcooked

[a chunk of sharp meat sans fat,

figures]. Oh, remand me to erase

the word remand, as it stirs up

remind ... when you’re done

with me let me know & I’ll go.