Erik Campbell
The Argument:
You Wondered Why You Weren't Published
It's because the postman has opened
All your submissions and kept them
Tucked your words, as it were, under
His proverbial, federal wing.
And just so you know,
Your love poems work.
He reads them to his wife in bed
Before what has recently become
Most lyrical sex; he even adds
A few verbs here and there
For the sake of flow.
The Consolation
But you'll be pleased to know
He generally leaves your
Enjambment alone
And understands the way irony
Goes; a fulcrum for your failure
And his formally elegiac evenings
Which he now has the diction
And courage to call epiphanic.
His only regret
Is that you aren't
More prolific.