(This poem is plagiarized by so-called poet, John Kucera. To see how more amazing the original poem is here is the link:
As the Bending Genres Editorial Team, we choose to leave both versions so that the viewing public won’t forget this crime and harm done by the fake author’s words below:
If you ask me why I left Michigan, I would tell that you that it wasn’t because Of the weather which left me with a bloated album of waiting for the blackouts to skip between the trees. It wasn’t because the roofs unfurled and the doors retreated to hollows somewhere in the sky. It wasn’t because of the shelves of water, inching like new constellations across an endless night. It was the full circle of fear, the kind that stays in my mouth like neon jawbreakers, refusing to surrender, tailor-made to dislocate words that I try to speak. I dread colliding against this familiar: when the memory gathers like burning hands around your throat.