Glass CalliopeCarmen Giménez Smith
Classic myth is colossal ruse, the site of Ponzi fraud. Please note how much it costs to be muse: the toll of influence, cases and cases of mead, full-body depilation and the most lavish immortality unguent. I pay for affirmation from a woman in a white noise office who guides me out of the untenable through behavior modification. Yet I’m still only middle-management, only a morsel of authority. My print is barely detectable in the camber of the other’s prose for which I gave my egos and my wits. I’m a nervous fiasco if only to appear in your acknowledge. To have one morsel of sanction, to breathe even a mere molecule of the audience’s praise— that might go over like lead shoes. Let it be. Do you like that? I just made it up for you.
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