If there are poems that need to be written, I will hunt them down, I will raise them up, I will balance out their verses until the time when silence captures my rhythm completely.
If there are other actions that need to be taken, I will shut my damn mouth, I will open the floodgates, I will swim or sink or sail or drown.
If and when. Or now.
“Getting to Yes at All Costs” is a poem I wrote back in early 2015; it was published (and can be read here) by Sentinel Literary Quarterly this past summer.
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