So you’d like to personally invite,
With dull generic forms that lack insight,
Yours truly to watch revealed beauty
Derived by editorial duty.
Your magazine, loaded with amazing
Works you selected – although encasing
The realms of ideal form – excludes poor me.
So you’d love me to attend your party,
To affirm your submitters’ work – indeed! –
As your lifeblood; though mine, you did not need.
Since I’m skeptical that you can’t respire
Without my poems, which you don’t admire,
I somehow lack the pretense required
To believe my presence is desired.