Nicholson Baker

The Mezzanine did it for me
In the year of 1990
And I have read on loyally
(and with huge pleasure)
Through the sexy text of vox
And the cocks of the Fermata
To the Wonder of The Anthologist
(That’s a good one for a starter)
And U&I about John Updike
A literary contradiction
Which worried my classicist father
Who likes his fact far from his fiction
But if making bread’s a metaphor for writing
I don’t need a breadmaker
The least I need
Is yeast and dough
Kneaded by Nicholson Baker