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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
Development updates from Twitter:
I realize now, to great chagrin,
that this too shall see an end.
He will be young and kind and thin,
and I will be buried in pillows again,
thinking of coloring and paddling down the street to see Grandma in a wagon just like Fred Flintstone's.
The bottom torn out from beneath my feet.
She would have warned me about boys like you,
for in her day flesh was necessary -- deflection for the stones and the hardship.
Maybe, in the end, I deflect too much.
(That is to say, I am too much flesh.)
Maybe she reaches through the breach, shielding me blind until the clash is unavoidable.
Loving you simply won't be enough.
I am, sadly, capable of no more.
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