Semi-all-I-do
Semi-all-I-do is write self-loathing, self-doubting prose-poems about the possibility of making it as a writer.
I just did one now.
I really am trying to switch tacks, to see prose, to let it sing through me. This is “semi-all-I-do,” and my mom said i was sad once.
Maybe everyone wishes that they had a bunch of people who at least wanted to understand.
Meanwhile I’m going to read Amy Hempel stories and maybe edit some poems later. Try to feel good about yourself, wah wah.
