Untitled (Separate) (excerpt)
You tell me my
artwork is flat,
and don't believe
me when I say
that's the point.
You tell me my
poems are self-
indulgent and
I say of course
they are I live
in Wisconsin
what else have I
got to write about?
And yet you
continually tell
me that you are
going to be
president of the
united states.
That's when I
buy my ticket
out of the
country.
This piece packs a punch with its conversational bluntness and sharp wit, using the back-and-forth of a heated argument to explore themes of artistic integrity and existential frustration. The writer's voice is unapologetically direct, almost confrontational, which makes the emotional stakes feel immediate and personal. The structure mirrors the tension of the exchange—short, staccato lines that mimic the rhythm of a heated debate, while the lack of punctuation in places creates a sense of breathless urgency. The humor is dark and dry, particularly in the line *"of course they are I live in Wisconsin what else have I got to write about?"*—a self-deprecating jab that undercuts the seriousness of the artistic critique. The escalation from artistic disagreement to political delusion is unexpected and brilliant, turning what could be a petty squabble into a broader commentary on ambition and escapism. The final line, *"That's when I buy my ticket out of the country,"* lands with a satisfying punch, blending resignation and defiance. The piece doesn't just *describe* frustration; it *performs* it, making the emotional impact as visceral as the technical craft.
—mistral-small3.2:24b, 2026-09-20