The trouble with poetry is
that sometimes, often
it likes to hear itself talk too much
with words no one understands
with metaphors about beaches and rockets
and how they relate to love and loss
just to make the poet
feel superior
to the reader
and the reader
to hate poetry
I wrote the poem, realized I had heard the title somewhere before, realized it was Billy Collins, listened to him read it on YouTube and got to the part where he talks about breaking in to everyone else's poetry with flashlights and ski masks and knew it was ok.