FAT TONY BECOMES AN EDITOR

by Paul Fericano

Not that good sense has anything to do with poetry
but if for some reason I should decide

That I’m not completely satisfied with
where you went to school or who you know

Or what fucking prizes you’ve won
or why I’ve never heard of you before now

I’m going to send back everything I don’t understand
with a short note explaining my irritation

And this promise: if you ever send crap here again
I’m going to visit your house and shoot your dog