Poems heavy with rejection sink into a trashbin clearly marked for recycling — my discarded lines no longer litter in a landfill, sludge on the ocean floor. but serving, at last, a useful purpose. Here’s thought for food: I grind them out, they grind them up into takeout cups instant boxlunch throwaway trays for thruway snackers. Drink in my mangled words, an Acropolis cup of Aegean blue, eat from my cast-off prosody! Scraps to snacks to scraps again, I offer America my own moveable feast.
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