several people in workshop said this poem was disturbing and made them uncomfortable. mission accomplished !!!!   Lament of a Future Cyborg    Had modernity not enveloped me so early, perhaps I’d be more  than just a cat scratching at the walls of her little room.   Constantly I am clawing after something in the…

This poem was rejected, but thats ok; it’s gonna get me into an MFA program. So who’s the real winner? (trick question, it’s the MFA program that’s going to get my free labor when I inevitably become an overworked and underpaid TA for freshman composition classes.)   Be-all I know that death is not the…