Do you know why I wear these braces on my wrists?
Because I've become decrepit; that's why. Do you
Know why I kick the chair and curse when I read MFA
Poetry? Because it's worse than decrepit; that's why.
It's jaded and precious and simply not good,
And though it follows that someone who's seventy
Has to wear braces to shore up his wrists, it doesn't
Follow, it actually hurts me, to see this, my art,
Turned to shit.