Pestilence,
Mary Soon Lee,
Yes, lately,
it's been worse,
I've asked
for help,
but pest
control said no, sorry,
there's
nothing they can do,
so, here I
am, on my own,
and the
infestation spreading,
commas
multiplying, partying, mocking me,
inserting
themselves with feeble excuses,
such as
maintaining momentum, avoiding ambiguity,
being
experimental, breaking rules,
for instance,
the rule against ending with one,
Poet's Notes: This poem is neither serious nor
consequential, but I am fond of it. I frequently wrestle with the art of
punctuating poetry. (The commas usually win.)
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