Acceptances

I don’t know if anyone reads the work I have published. Though other poets have told me they admire my poems, and think of me as a good poet, I still find it difficult to believe. Why? I think I went so long showing no one what I wrote, it’s difficult to believe that reality has changed.

Even if one person reads every poem I publish, that’s still, to me at least, a considerable number of people. And if only one person reads only one of the poems I have published, that will be one more reader than I would have if I kept all my poems where they were: untyped, in my desk drawer.

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