I’ve read enough, I’ve read them all 
Like penance 
There’s Poems and there’s Poets

Now this might just be me
I only read poetry in June
Yet almost every day I’m reminded of one of my favorite writers



Some people might bunch up their egos
like sweaty shorts and demand the capital P

One has earned seemingly effortlessly

Go back and read every one of Amy Cunningham’s poems

Then nail your writing hand to your manuscript with your broken pencil

And be thankful