I, Mary Biddinger, confess to you on this overcast, post-debate Thursday, that I have committed the following crime of reading:
I have caught myself, upon multiple occasions, reading a two + page poem in a book, and having finished the first page of said poem, I have looked away and started perusing the internet.
The horror! It is just so rude.
I am filled with remorse. It's not like they are bad poems. I've read them before, and I'm teaching them to other people.
But oh, the looking away. And for what? Not an urgent phone call. Not to scream out the window of my office. Not even for a very necessary sip of coffee.
I feel better knowing that I have confessed this to you, and begged for absolution. I will say ten Hail Marys some time, when I get a free minute.
Has anyone else committee a crime of reading of any sort, or will I be all alone in jail? Please forgive me, oh poemiverse.
PS--The above critter has committed no crimes, but was slinking across the roof of my car as if he had something to hide.
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