You find yourself thinking in such predictable ways—predictable even to yourself.
Tear here, it says. Just in the corner where two thin clear sheets almost, but not quite, seal together.
Or should I put it another way: what makes a poet successful?
Do you say ‘weep’ ever – except inside a poem?
The coincidences in the poems sent in to me during the December window ARE uncanny.
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