Dear Mr Weiner
When I think about writers,
I think about you Mr Weiner, from my degree days
you who proudly told everyone –
‘Yoohoo. I am a writer. I write.’
Often you wrote about yourself in third person,
‘But he was different from others. He could write. He could really write and not just string words together.’ (Like I am doing now)
When I think about writers,
I also think about 2 lovely girls
from a class I taught years ago.
How they both hesitated to call themselves writers
even though they wrote like motherfuckers.
So now I want to say to you, Mr Weiner,
‘If at least one inch of your pubic hair can write like those girls, we’ll talk.’
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