I don’t think I put myself down – I think I just sternly tell myself the obvious from time to time.
I mean, if I’m not seeing it, then whose fault is that, right? It’s either set myself straight or drive blind.
I want to stay hungry, as backwards as that sounds.
I keep telling myself that, every time I put a new poem up. Every time I cross another milestone. Stay hungry.
I don’t think I’ve ever written an optimistic poem about my town.
I don’t hate the place by any means, but optimism just isn’t my first route when I find myself writing about it.
When I’ve been playing nothing but The Last Shadow Puppets for the last month and a half, I can’t really blame them.
Yes, I named this poem after a Bon Iver song I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.
Yes, you should also go and listen to it, too.
Not sure I’ve actually ever used the phrase “gummy vites” in a poem before. I’m feeling pretty accomplished.