He won’t read anyone’s poems that contain that tall pronoun.
Asserting that he’s not interested in any
author’s personal perspective, he puts down
his reading and glares over his half-rimmed eyeglasses,
as if she were there.
He turns the page and resumes reading.
Dismissed, the poor poet who dares to use “I”.
When he picked up his pen, I noticed that it
carved out that most illustrious pronoun.
He obviously believes that he has something to say
from his personal perspective that we need to hear.
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