this is a poem right? just put words on a page in an aesthetically pleasing manner, two words to a line to simulate deliberate communication to a designated audience who may or may not even bother reading through to the end. this is poetry, right? some vague form of connection to strangers i will never meet face to face, an illusory contact simulating comfort through a blank screen, apathetic in and of itself. this makes me a poet, right? you want to bet on how many people will actually read this long, rambling rant in its entirety? it is so easy to mask emotion, this rising swell in a hollow chest, when the chosen medium is mere words.