Past Lives
Ever catch a poem in the life it had before?
Ever catch a poem in the life it had before?
See if the last poem echoes the first poem.
puh-TAY-to puh-TAH-toh
I blinked and it was the end of summer.
Jury duty was real fun.
I'm at AWP, so it seemed like a good time to catch up on my most recent rejections.
This was something I used to post on Instagram, where I process my recent rejections in public. Rejections are a rite of passage and talking about them tells the ones with you, coming behind you—I was here.