Sooooo this guy then, with the stick'n'all? He was like 'c'mere' and I was like 'no waaaaay' and he was like 'C'MERE!' and I was like 'YIKES!' So then I sees he's, like, over there and stuff? So I goes, like, away? y'know?
NEW POEM: IN MEMORIAM HELEN VENDLER, APRIL 2024
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IN MEMORIAM HELEN VENDLER, APRIL 2024
Critics who die are never loved;
Love itself is a paradox their ambiguous work
Cannot solve; theirs are the ...
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