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“Workshop: Group A” A Poem By Shumon Jenkins

 

Ok.

What’s the title?

…..

It’ll come to me.

Let the flows of “poeticness” begin.

Roses are red…

No, blood red…

No, lipstick red…

Ahhhh,

I’m thinking too much.

Roses are red,

violets are blue….

No ocean blue.

Sky blue?

Let me start over.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Done!

 

Ok.

16 copies right?

Damn, that’s a lot of paper,

but what a masterpiece.

A work of art.

A manifestation of God himself.

Let’s see them “critique” this.

 

Ok.

I’mmmm…….4th!

Perfect.

Don’t have to set the tone.

Don’t have to finish strong.

Jesus that was a good poem.

That one was even better.

How do I even critique this?

Are you gonna say something?

Yes?

No?

Yes?

No?

Yes?

Yes?!

Oh, too late.

Crap, it’s my turn.

 

Ok.

Wait I have to read too?!

I….I can’t read my own stuff.

God my poem sucks.

Please be gentle.

Why…why is nobody talking.

They hate it, they all hate it.

God I suck.

Someone please talk.

Huh? A compliment?

Ayyyyye, I’m the best poet in here.

Oh wait, no, that was criticism.

Oh the words, the painful words,

in sinks into my soul,

planting doubt into my very existence.

Rooting out any hope of being,

noticeable.

Oh that was deep,

I should write that down.

 

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