It's Not Confessional Poetry If I'm Never Honest IV.

This week, I flew to LA, read some poems about being a sellout , came back to Mexico City, decided I miss having hobbies. Maybe I will get into comic books. Butterfly pinning. Metal smithing. All of the above. I wrote this poem from a Brooklyn Poets prompts on writing the “truth.” The title is from a series from Good Girl and Other Yearnings . Maybe it’s a series I’ll never stop writing. Subscribe…