I normally draft one poem a day — today I wrote four, on accident, without meaning to at all, and not in long-hand either but pounded out on the keyboard like I actually had something I needed to say. I got this book in the mail yesterday that challenged me. I read it twice in one sit. I dog-eared every other page. I’ve never felt more wholly represente…
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