How do we, poetry?
Did you know that words on your computer screen are formed by blocking letter shaped light? That pixels are so close they appear to be connected, that they form pictures from your mind to your phone screen? And you thought that you were carving out bits of your heart, searing your soul and seasoning it with pain and ecstasy to that moment of creation before you take a deep breath and click that share button on your screen. You hope your poem would make grown men exult, cry, feel that sucker punch in their gut, that it would shatter commonly held beliefs and create new wrinkles in their perspectives. You hoped they would sigh deeply to read ‘what oft was thought but ne’er so well expressed’.
