This Time

I am going to speak her 
language. I am going to

come up to her and ask
if this is the time she’ll

allow me in, whatever in
means. This time, I’m going

to fraternize with my female
enemy, and instead of

criticizing her writing, I’ll
ask her if her deeply personal

style reflects her home 
life. This time, I won’t tell

her that her writing isn’t
art. I’ll cry in public.

I’ll ask her if there’s 
any motive behind the apparent

sadness.

— Poetry
 — republished, Sixpenny Review
 — forthcoming, Jeremy
 — (Penguin, 2018)

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