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When rejection has become the norm:

rejection from editors, publishers,

rejection from women,

rejection after rejection

from wife, from friends,

divorce and decay, sexless, loveless,

lifeless,

it’s impossible not to feel worthless,

small like a tiny insect

fighting for life in a hurricane,

clinging to a car windshield,

speeding down a highway

waiting to see

what finally does the squishing.