I read a poem

I read a poem in the New Yorker

It was good

I enjoyed it

It kind of hit the spot

I like the formatting

The html?

I’m not webby

I like poetry

I can’t remember what it was about

A charred forest or a rogue boyfriend

Man life is weird

Weird to the depths

And then weird again

Flipped over like a pancake of weird

Man

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