saying they don’t like my poems, that they never really fucked with me anyway. took months for the air of this to reach me. talking shit is like a cold front- cold air is heavier than the warm displaces it disappears every hug and piece of praise I shared with those poets in a fiveContinue reading “a court of gate-keeping men sit on their thrones”
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