The editor wanted it short:
a bio between 50 and 75 words—
my irreducible life
reduced to a footnote,
a sound bite—
key words required to tread water
with “the’s” and “is’s” and “she’s”—
those words which are like grout
between the shiny tiles of the mosaic.
What’s my most impressive
fingerprint of words?
Could just one say as many as 75?
I’m tempted to say it can—
and that it suits me best: Tempted.
(The poem, without the title, is exactly 75 words.)