sleight of mouth poetry and i talked and talked and talked; i couldn’t stop, lest everyone see how incompetent i felt myself to be, covering it over in misdirection and subterfuge, hoping to fool all of you. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
thanks; those thoughts all came from my brit lit class in which i never feel like i have the faintest idea of what i’m talking about.
Fantastic. My favorite piece of the last month.
thanks; those thoughts all came from my brit lit class in which i never feel like i have the faintest idea of what i’m talking about.
I might have borrowed the title.
But you spelled your title better. That is embarrassing.
luckily corrections are easy to make…