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He sat blinking at the advertisement, thought,
Sits, stage left, blinking at phone in hand.
By the time he was an old, old man,

He wrote, I found myself wavering between being
Pixelated glitches or a smooth-brushed realism
Worthy of a classicist or a postmodernist

Smartass. What do you think you’re doing,
Just sitting there, blinking at a mass email
No one really intended for the likes of you?

Someone young. When I was young I
Answered an ad for a writing program and
Then enters, stage right, as a ghostly ingénue.