I was all wrong.
I love my poems.
I feel giddy with glee now. You may remember just a short while ago how I disparagingly remarked how I hated my poems. And I did.
Until I read them in manuscript sequence, which I finished doing tonight.
Gleam! Star-wipe! Curtain swoosh! They open like a series of nested doors into each other.
I’m so excited about this project now.
It needs tweaking, you know, but overall, I’m very, very pleased. I feel even like a poet in some ways.