It is a hard thing to talk about poems…
To put on the ill-fitting hat of knowledge…
Talking about poems can feel like putting on a suit and handing out those little green bibles on street corners…
A blood-and-feathers swan is nice to think about but I would rather see a shadow-puppet swan…
Let’s agree to come to more mutual decisions…to agree to disagree…
If you get the vaccine you can immerse yourself in the thick of it all…no problem!
But vaccines are big money…big ticket items…the healer only has so many…
Everything…all at once…makes you sick…but you’ll get over it…
Get well soon!...(you have a job to do)…
Poems are not a job but they can feel like one sometimes…
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