No Poems

for you. If your 
first name is Ellen
and you are my
mother, please stop
reading my work.
That includes essays.
That includes flash
fiction. Please, Ellen,
if you are listening,
my poems are the 
one thing I have to
myself. Stop reading,
or I really will 
break your computer.

— Poetry
 — forthcoming, The Pit
 — (Penguin, 2018)

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