#once after a lot of block I posted a poem onto a poetry feedback forum and somebody misinterpreted my reference to the stained glass by a

[ghavialis]

I love you poems that need buckets of context I love you art as a genuine expression I love you art that comes with an explanation I love you imperfect lovers felix gonzález-torres I love you songs that aren't made to be famous I love you stories with no moral I love you amateurs I love you first drafts that never get finished because it was about the idea and not the quality I love you pouring yourself into something even as you know it won't be understood I love you genius lyric interviews

#once after a lot of block I posted a poem onto a poetry feedback forum and somebody misinterpreted my reference to the stained glass by a #well known artist in my local church (that was to me. an obvious one. but made no sense to anyone else) as me talking about growing up with #television and social media and it changed the whole tone of the poem. and for a while after that I stopped writing poetry altogether #and I'd read my poems aloud and pretend I was in first year English class studying them and trying to see what I would make of it #and then I read about adrienne rich and how she regretted the diamond cutters #and I wrote a poem about that about poetry that comes out wrong #and the thought that she would hate leaving cert english the way the poems she didn't want published were dissected so neatly #I love you kiss from a rose by seal #and then the other day another one about the nightmare I had the night before my house burned down and the relief I felt that the scene of #the nightmare was gone and the guilt because I was happy about a fire and the secret moment when I went back into the kitchen and ate a #lindt lindor and how the inside was still melted #and that's not even half of the explanation because what about how the nightmare was about how my sister hurt me and how she's the one who #set the fire and how I wasn't relieved she got out and how food is a currency in my house and how eating was always something secret and #shameful and how it was the night before Valentine's Day and I was worried I'd have to cancel on my girlfriend and how I think I wouldn't #have survived if the house hadn't burned down because I couldn't be in the kitchen without reliving the nightmare #how do I fit that in a poem #I love doing really long tags it's awful