the issue is: i must live to write. it's imperative, imagination only does so much; so now i'm here, where no one lives. i am stuck in this place no one gets to die of their own exclusive free will. i struggle and feel worthless 'cause i must live to write but i must write to live, at least one last time
5.2.18 / does anyone have any tips for poets who want to publish? or publishers that are willing to?