Monday, May 6, 2024

banging pots and pans together

he sends
me his poems.
i cringe, i can barely get through
the first ten,
two hundred
more to go.
if he was a musician,
this would be the equivalent
of banging pots
and pans
together
and calling it music.
how do i tell him this?
how do i break
his heart,
when all his friends
tell him it's gold.

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