The minute you decide to write a poem you are making artistic and technical decisions about rhyme and form and structure. Each one of those decisions pushes it away from the personal and makes it an artwork. If you were writing entirely personally, you would just write in that “Oh my god I’m so in love, I don’t know what to do with myself” voice. A poem moves away from you as you write it.
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She gave up eating pork three years ago, despite her proud pork-loving, half-Cuban heritage, because she was told pigs share the same mental capacity as 3-year-old children. 'My niece was 3 at the time, which is a magical age,' she said, horrified. 'I thought, Oh, my god, it's like eating my niece!' This, then, also put an end to her preferred hangover cure: Egg McMuffins with Canadian bacon, natch, and beer.
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Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant? I'm halfway through my fishburger and I realize, Oh my God. I could be eating a slow learner.
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