mediocre, slipshod, shallow



Here’s a poem I wrote when I was feeling sorry for myself:




As a gold coin

buried in the dirt,

as the primary leaf of

a crabgrass plant

in the garden.


I feel sad and angry,

questioning my worth,

knowing I shouldn’t care

if I don’t get chosen

for that residency,

or that other residency,

or the last eight residencies

I’ve applied for.

I ask myself: what is it about my work

that makes it get passed over?

is it mediocre , slipshod, shallow?

Or is it me, the old lady,

Who lacks a promising career?

old lady maria yankova

painting by maria yankova



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