On lockdown.

Just like snowflakes, no two summers are exactly the same.

For example, at this time last summer I had written over 40 pages of new poems. This year? 8 pages, and not all of them keepers.

But every summer is different, right? It's not like one snowflake lands on your arm, and another on your hand, and you're like this snowflake is an asshole and this one here is queen perfect.

This year I also decided to get all of my teaching and editorial work done first. Last year I was teaching at this time ...