(So…Once, a girl moved to New York City
because she wanted to sit around and smoke cigarettes and write poems,
and eventually she quit smoking and she even quit writing poems for a while,
but then she started again. And all was good.
And she was happy. And then, magically, someone said:
We want to publish these poems.
And the girl, who was now a woman with two girls of her own,
clapped her hands together and jumped up and down
and went on to beg the eight people who read her blog–
I”M TALKING TO YOU!!!–