I honestly can’t even remember when I wrote this poem. I imagine college? Sounds about right no?
In any event, I am immensely grateful to VerseWrights for publishing it on their home page this week. Thank you, VerseWrights, for sharing my young emotional angst.
Just gonna call it: Naipaul dishing on Tolstoy smacking on Gandhi is
Minus the saliva on paper The hesitant comma Barely smeared
I read “Tom Sawyer” for the first time in, of all places,