A Rival Poet

The poetry recital quivered when after I delivered a stream of hymns
You awoke, half-conscious, following my act to murmur the words of your hooker

And categorized my works into the “interesting” shed

Poetry is my compass, is it yours?
Unlike me, you seem violently lost

We rarely hear directly from you, but from your constant recurrences in the Tribune,

It’s safe to say you’re doing well.

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