writing poems is not embarrassing so long as you refrain from a few key terms, namely “tears”, “pain”, “darkness” and excessive animal/insect analogies. At least that’s what i tell myself now that i’ve decided to write and submit poems while pretending i have no sense of shame. only i do! especially because i swear i hear my own thoughts as perfect italian sonnets, in iambic pentameter and all, and yet they come out, at best, in shitty haikus. example: repetitive drone shut up and distract me from superlative shame … boring filtered life you know how to make a joke of all cleverness. … without in ways, yet rich in unspendable thoughts exchange seems unfair … the death of shame=the success of idiots? in my case i do hope so.