I like four poems in the New Hampshire Review. No, five. One poet with more than one.

Of the four editors on the masthead, I know and greatly respect three. I do not know one.

I like them. But I like only four poems. No, five. Five poems. Is that a good success rate, or a poor one? Do they like all of the poems they have chosen? Would any one person like them all?

I have read them all, and now I’m writing like this. I am the burning tire. I am the purpling toe. I like four poems in the New Hampshire Review. No, five.

So, go read it! Tell me I’m crazy. No one has told me yet today that I’m crazy and I think I need some affirmation, people!