Where anthologies have margins,
Spaces often devoid of artist input,
Chapbooks have nothing but key strokes,
And spilled pools of thoughts.
They don’t teach from chapbooks,
Maybe it’s the stink of cigarette smoke on them,
The panic attacks interwoven with the fibers of the paper.
Chapbooks are dirty and homeless,
Best clean them up to use them for instruction.
Put them in a line
-line by
-line by
-line by
Other artists and viewpoints,
Other examples of what’s better, what’s best.
How else can you dismiss “I just don’t like it”,
as a criticism based in ignorance,
and instantly deny the idea of those unique snow-flakes physical science goes on and on about,
That is before they debunk that, of course.
Anthologies teach what’s good, what’s aspirational,
Chapbooks kind of slovenly sit,
Tattoos on arms:
-what is
-what is
-what is
The difference between an artist’s show and a museum?
Anthologies have margins,
And Chapbooks have context;
No one has time for that.
