You Prefer Hearing Poems Read Aloud to Poems on the Page

I’m trying to explain my metaphors
to you: a black cat equals marriage.
The cat really does exist. He favors
you, which can be taken as an image

of anger, love, or metaphysics.
I’m trying to explain my poems.
Sonnets equal boxes, into which
we place the cat, a gun, & all our problems.

The problem is there is no problem.
If you say a word too often it becomes
an action: particle or wave. An emblem
Of fake it till you make it. I’m all thumbs

when it comes to writing love, but there you go.
Do you love me? Check a box, it’s yes or no.