Rearranged Pain


sometimes my poems about my pain aren’t polished
sometimes my pain poems come out very bad
but sometimes my poems about pain soar
sometimes everything’s arranged just right
but it’s fucking strange to distinguish between them
b/c no matter what—pain is always pain
sometimes i even prefer my very bad pain poems
when my pain even fucks up my creative judgment
& what i get is a sick knife plunged into a pile of shit



--Rob Plath

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