Wendy Carlisle
	After Reading JLo’s Entry On Reality All Starz Under Write a Haiku Poem   Your haiku, Mister JLo, made me lust to write haiku myself.  We neither of us have celebrity.  We have to borrow strangers’ fame.   You chose JLo, my praise goes out To Brittany: oversexed and un- loved, sweet and dumb, my trailer-trash second-self, girl in my mirror, this   one’s: For Brittany: for my scorned twin, my rival, inside joke, and short- hand for my years of waste.  It might be envy's voice that says it's alright   to write this About Me & Brittany although she's rich, I’m not so much. She sings & I just auto tune.  But we're tight BFFs, we share.  We were sad , drunk, knocked up & married quick and dirty, way too soon. Consolation Sonnet          for Bill Emerson Praise to the steamroller, the backhoe, grader, bulldozer, all grand, growly vehicles, industrial and large.  My compliments to Farmalls, Massey Fergusons, John Deeres, those tractors that engage a greater strength for man to set against the sullen earth.  Laud for the many aids to labor, great and small.  And bless, above them all, the forklift, a tool worthy of possession, a jolly hoist, a moderately heavy lifter, that bares a sleek tongue to heft life’s necessary treasures.  You, who polished its excellent windscreen, occupied its shiny cab, rested easy in Naugahyde seats, take comfort.  While splendid Combilift can shift your stuff and amplify both muscle and the human arm, it can’t extend our pitiful short reach.