Dear Dr. Glotz:
My critique for English 357, Poetry of the Romantics, is not done because I’m in love and not done with loving, not enough to do anything else. Love has left me undone, all buttons slipped through their buttonholes, all zippers unzipped, at very loose ends, soft and drifty, lewd and dreamy, in a highly uncritical state. Surely you know how that is. Think back, about thirty years? Maybe this happened to you? Often? Several times? Once?
I would have written it if I could. I just couldn’t. I can’t.
Yours distractedly,
Jennifer Smith, in your 10:00 MWF class (I have a big nose and sit way in the back).
Margaret A. Robinson just published a chapbook at Finishing Line Press - Arrangements, poems about breast cancer and love. She teaches in the Creative Writing Program at Widener University.