Shame
A poem about Evangelical culture, feeling yourself, and carrying shame.
A poem about Evangelical culture, feeling yourself, and carrying shame.
I never thought I could write the surrealist poem. The metaphysical poem. As much as I love the work of Simic or Jose Hernandez Diaz, my own work has always seemed too tethered to the earth. When I write one, it always comes as a surprise.
I'm pretty open about how I loathe poetry prompts. I rarely connect with them. Write a poem about a geographical feature...ok, but who gives a shit? I know I don't.
You write the bad poem to get the good poem. I'm not sure that's common knowledge. In the past, if a poem was horrible, I'd just give up on it. And I understand why—who wants to write a bad poem?
Today was just chock-full of "Yes, let's pretend we all give a shit about our jobs" energy. I knew whatever I wrote today wasn't going to be the greatest. I was too sad. Too angry. This poem was going to be a mulligan.