UnpublishableA Poem by RichardThey
tell me I’m un-publishable because I am me. They’ve
been telling me, not uncertainly, whether
me as a kid, could, or now, can express
myself in this way? ..and his brain just melted and died” I
thought it harsh, abusive, unfair, and unjust! worked
late through the next day
the smell of coffee from cigarette lounge an
ink-blotch, half a sonnet, and the names of some ex-girlfriends Ohno! I
really was unpublishable, undesirable, unlovable, unhirable …. And after I died they published this poem © 2013 RichardReviews
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