...the reviews have come in...

Ovations
I've never received
and the poem
wasn't mine

that's the trick
though to make
it yours that's
how I needed
to hear it

he said, to picture
it in his head

she had his back
and mine which
was nice for once
considering

I wore a hole
in the ground
beneath me
as I read

and the parched
parched mouth
before I got half
way through
section one

you know what
that's like
that's like hell
and howl
and show
don't tell

like shining
not shadowed
(penumbra-less)

and it picked me up
when it could've
brought me down
with a confession.

At the foot
of the blackboard
I took back
what was mine

told the truth
that was told
to me
in my neon
classroom dream.