first drafts & sonnet crowns

shit from an old notebook

In the notes and annotations for forget the fuck away from me, I mentioned that the titular poem—“forget the fuck away from me (origin stories of a safety pin girl)”—went through several different incarnations before it settled on a form.

First it was a crown of sonnets, then an heroic crown, then it became what it is now—a contrapuntal where the even-nu…

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