Modernism

If I’m to be remembered,

I have to come up with

the next best thing.

I slam my face into the

keyboard and win the

Pulitzer Prize.

A band-aid’s on my chin

because I wrote something

that hurt too much.

An ardent fan gets tattoos

of my bruises on his face.

So dedicated.

In poetry classes they’ll try

hitting their heads on keys

to imitate me.

There’ll be anthologies of all

my genius and a portrait of

my broken nose.

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