emails
Emails. I get emails. They say terrible things to me. I am swarmed with emails from online internet trolls who want me to stop posting on this website. They demand I throw in the towel, they do not think prose poetry is a proper medium and they resent the frequent use of polysyndeton so they hurl vile slurs at me from behind their grimy little monitors in their grimy little office bedrooms with their grimy little fingers. They’re grimy and they’re gross and they hate emerging forms of literature because they are plagued with orthodoxy. They ask me mean questions like how many times have I hit my head on my own ass or if I have ever been told I look like a toilet. To them I say: this Substack is reader-supported, consider signing up for my newsletter by giving me your email below.