you& #39;re telling me there are two widely published white poets named matthew and michael dickman who have been in the new yorker 9 and 11 times respectively and are twin brothers 
is american poetry a telenovela
                    
                                    
                    is american poetry a telenovela
                        
                        
                        matthew has a poem that starts off lusting after ankles and does a lustful tour of a woman& #39;s body including "armpits like beehives" and ends with "darling, your my President" 
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                        sorry it cut an important line
"I have my tackle and tackle box."
for her back, which is a river of fish, you know
                    
                                    
                    "I have my tackle and tackle box."
for her back, which is a river of fish, you know
                        
                        
                        speaking of sheets may we now turn to michael who is a bit more refined
"you can’t call anyone from this phone can you?
the room smells like lo mein
the sheets on the bed are God"
                    
                                    
                    "you can’t call anyone from this phone can you?
the room smells like lo mein
the sheets on the bed are God"
                        
                        
                        on brief review michael is the somewhat more interesting poet of the dickmans but then michael is the one with the ??? probably racist definitely entitled and careless 30 page poem in Poetry
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        ahh, I see
no, you do not need to repeat the racist words of your white grandparents in a poem in 2020
they are not interesting to anyone but you
                    
                                    
                    no, you do not need to repeat the racist words of your white grandparents in a poem in 2020
they are not interesting to anyone but you
                        
                        
                        oh to be twin white brother poets for whom "there is no money in poetry" is laughably incorrect
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        dwelling on it as a window into how intractable things remain
they probably make more launching a book at princeton than most poets make in years
                    
                                    
                    they probably make more launching a book at princeton than most poets make in years
                        
                        
                        michael, I really cannot with you 
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