Below is the prompt and resulting “poem” from my January workshop under

It’s mean and revealing but I think paints me in the worst light of all so I’m using that to absolve any guilt. And a paywall.

It was written during a difficult time in New York. I wrote down things that happened — much like this piece TUESDAY and this piece WEDNESDAY. I’ve made a new section called DAYS so they can all be together. Hopefully I will write more to make that new section worthwhile.

Anyway, this one is the best one. Maybe because I got better? Maybe because it is more honest? Maybe because I was trying to impress my teacher? Who knows cares.

I hate that city. I love this piece.