I never earned a MFA (Master of Fine Arts Degree)
so I’m doing the best I can.
This reviewer said I was probably
the worse poet he had read
but my stuff was so enjoyable that
he wants to review any book
I publish.
He works for
a glossy national
glamor magazine
you often see at Walmart
or grocery stores.
He goes on and on during
the phone call,
“You don’t rhyme, he says
You don’t use “meter”
You don’t know when to stop,
You don’t know how to write
because your poems go too long.”
However, he will review
all my books
because they make him
feel something
within himself
things that happened
in his youth
both funny and romantic.
Believe this if you will,
he invited me to meet him
for a day of conversation,
dinner and getting
to know each other.
“Come and visit me at my office
and I will pay your travel expenses, hotel expenses and treat you to a fancy dinner for steak, lobster, wine and dessert.”
I gotta love this editor.
He is a poet’s man.
I have not been to New York City
for years.
I’m looking forward
to this visit.
