I will not even think about
giving up the pleasure of
smoking
I will continue to make the
guys at the meat counter
look baffled when I ask
for hamburger with the
most fat content possible
I won't send out any holiday
greeting cards by snail-mail
I will not smile when
I don't feel like it
I will not go to family
reunions and admire
drooling smelly babies
I will not wear fashionable
shoes which deform my feet
I will not count feet
in my poems
every day I will do
something strange
and unexpected
every day I will do
a dance step
of my own invention
I will take my shower at
a different time each day
I will change my name
when I am bored with
the one I am using now
I will write a haiku a day
perhaps even two
I will send myself an
electronic "thank you" card
every time I write
a great poem
I will edit this list
whenever I feel like it
Izabel Sonia Ganz
January 1,
1999