I Sort of Run Away to A Fast Food Place

I mean, I don’t know what you mean by a successful poet,

and I know that doesn’t answer your question.

It’s just that rather than try to write poetry, I like to travel back through a wormhole of low self-esteem to where I’m not successful.

I know that sounds a little self-destructive on the surface. And I think I am.

But, put another way, I sometimes sort of run away to a fast food place where I can get a greasy as shit burger and eat it, and somehow, by the time I’m done I’ve written something someone else might call a successful poem.

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