Please don’t gnash your teeth
And write about the depths of your despair, your
Please spare me your adolescent plunge into literature
And depressed solipsism
I do not care about how anguished you are
Nor does anyone else
Even if they pretend admiration.
Do me a favor
Tear up your poems or
Stick them to your refrigerator with a magnet
Which will be as close to attraction as they will ever get.