Declaratives

I can’t write political poems.
A poem can’t help but be political.

I wake up in the dark morning and take the train to work.
The subway trip to the South Bronx stretches 8.2 miles.
Miles cannot begin to tell a story.

I teach grammar and Shakespeare.
I don’t apologize for “boring.”
I say the Bard invented swagger.
They don’t believe me.

At the end, I wonder –
how does one know when they’re force-feeding?

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