I like when you set out to write a sestina and then you get to that second stanza and the poem is like, “Nah, I ain’t a sestina. I ain’t even a sestina. I know you thought I was a sestina, but you dead up wrong.” And then you get to know the poem and by the end of it you don’t even remember that you were setting out to write anything other than whatever it ended up being.
Also, I like that I just bought a copy of Things I Didn’t Know I Loved, and it was not that expensive but I still checked my bank balance because I could not be absolutely sure. *I like that this very new practice of cataloging things I like has already resulted in the purchase of a book of poetry I did not previously own.
I like that lines of a poem made me feel better about the world today. Made me feel better about how sad I feel about the world today.
