Georgia Park on Private First Draft
I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.
I dined with two elderly nuns who used to teach children
I had to ask, “Ooh, did you ever beat them?”
She said, “You know, I could see you as a journalist.
You really ask the hard hitting questions.”
I said,”That’s a very diplomatic answer;
I could see you as the president.”
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