In A Vacuum

I guess I’ve lost the depth of contact With most of the people I used to know Who cared to read my poetry, Who had the taste and the propensity To review and critique and recommend, But now I guess there’s not enough proximity. It’s said we see ourselves too much through others’ eyes And I find that no less true with my own writing. It’s hard for me to judge it or care for it If too much of it occurs in a vacuum. Whose fault it is I know—I can only blame myself, And so I squirm. rcs. Current draft: 2/23/2010 Created on 2/17/2010 10:51 AM