Strictly process, strictly progress.
I came home to copies of the Crab Orchard Review 20-year retrospective that I have a poem in.
I’m not supposed to be in this thing. When I look at the list of poets who have appeared in COR in the last 20 years, so many of them are poets I learned from, whose work I point to in workshops, or use to turn people on to poetry in life. Being on the same list as those poets is really, really heavy. This is a hardcore credit and I’m so humbled by it I can’t settle down right now.
The poem in question is “The Janitor of High School Musical Speaks”.
I can’t sit still.