Workshop Series #3: Accompaniment.

It was the only thing I was proud to be - a poet. Everything else about me was specific and lonely and I hated it.

It was the only thing I was proud to be - a poet. It was the only thing that I felt made me … likable or sociable or interesting to Everyone Else. Everything about me was specific and lonely and I hated it. I hated that my brother was in prison and my Dad was dead to me and my Mom was relapsing and I moved across the country with a suitcase from TJ Maxx and made $750 a month. I hated that only a few seasons before this I was in a coma in a hospital. That I wanted to disappear from this place and from my own Darkness altogether - I hated all of it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone about that – of course, I wanted to write about that (and I wrote and wrote and wrote and am still writing about it). I wanted to talk to Everyone Else about the cool poems I knew. And to 19-year-old Des, this poem was the coolest one by a long shot.