Don’t write a poem about
you and circles I tell me
How writing poems about
circles, the compulsion
to write them makes me
paint circles about circles
And those things I make
which I can’t call art
because there’s boxes of them
I can’t throw away in case
I get famous. Where I spot
on the spectrum I’m not sure
but am glad I was not
my third grade teacher
Why I hate revisions
Why I forget what I made
once I plunge publish
and put in a box and then seal
pjoepf Of vriecyh 
“but am glad I was not
my third grade teacher”
Amen, Brother.
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