I can’t post any of my poetry because what if every person I’ve ever written a poem about somehow miraculously downloads substack, finds my profile, and figures out that said poetry (incredibly obscure, no names given) is about them???? note: this is actually about literally one person.
I had a dream that tiny desk started having poets do live readings with a band playing music in the background and ocean vuong was their first featured poet. Idk I think I’m on to something here