It’s Snippet Sunday!
This poem was written by writing down random things a professor was saying and then compiling the words into a poem. I did this during a boring virtual class, and they usually turned out extraordinarily mediocre. But I kind of liked this one:
Ā
His imaginary conversion and
its roots in my admission.
My willingness to lie to myself;
A surrender, a wholehearted rape on his behalf.
Don’t tell us what we should be confused about.
In the midst of the melee
I will ignite.
The reality quarrels with your golden age.
Your frantic shuffle, page by page,
A censorship of our fantasy.
