POEM OF THE WEAK, VOL.1:

In My Own Weird Way

I’ve spent my entire
career

wondering why
I wasn’t more famous

and tonight
I know:

back in the day
when I used only
a word processor

no one
thought about
what I was doing
with
my other hand.

now–of course–
they know.

and they’re right:

on good nights
I am
doing just that

in my own
weird
way.

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