What I learned from Don McKay

How to write anaphora,
how to make enjambment
sing, how to avoid alliterative afflictions,
how to let the poem choose its
form, to resist unhealthy urge to elision,
how to follow my sniffing hound into
the rich shit of quotidian, when to use
simile, that phalaropes spin like
Don driving Kimmy’s car, that I am
a real poet,
why I always knew
I’d like him.