Overheard in a Poetry Workshop DEAR CLIVE, We gentle readers dearly love to tell you what we’re made up of: kindness, hugs, a slice of sun, the best intentions, (every one), experience, serenity, the wisdom that we all are one; because of this we can’t help note that in the course of stanza four, your narrator has squashed a bug— it’s sad to see you’re not like us, you heartless pig, you fekking slug.