Yesterday I participated in a poetry reading over Zoom, where I followed these beautiful poems my friends wrote about grief and joy and the miracle of the human body with a poem about alien pornos

they say you don't get to choose what inspires you and nowhere is that thrown into sharper relief for me than when I read poems in a roomful of poets

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Here is the poem in question, "The Last X-Rated Theatre on Venus"

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