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I have taken my best-loved poems down to The county fair where I am stapling them To a plywood display board, hoping to win A colored ribbon. They are written in crayon on white paper. I get them all stapled but then realize There are errors, so I pick up a crayon And begin to work. I have one more correction to make but then John Updike steps up and begins reading them. I’m embarrassed, so I put down the crayon And take a step back. John takes his time thoughtfully perusing them, Which I find encouraging. But his face is Expressionless, which worries me. I wonder If I should say hello.
Not hearing sapphics but like it all the same.
I want to try this form now 😅