Peter Wortsman

  BELIEVE NOT IN THE INNOCENCE OF INK Poets have no respect for the private life of metaphor. You dress and undress us like little girls’ dolls. You make us come off crude. Me, I’d much rather have remained unsung than to have to exhibit myself like a stripper. Hey, d’ya hear me! This doll ain’t done with you yet. And when you think you’ve pinned me to the page, drained me and dropped me, I’ll give you a taste of your own bitter medicine. Feel it now? The...
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