BBMYes. It is. [insert weeping emoji] As a "professional" poet, I am both nodding and staring at my screen in horror.
Also: who on earth thinks they can tell a story about a mountain lion or bobcat that doesn't include massive amounts of forensic evidence left behind on a road, a bike, the ground, etc? BM has invented an imaginary monster to hide the real one.
PS If you want to have a retirement plan, please do not become a professional poet. It is even less useful than my philosophy degree.One tiny benefit: I pay much closer attention to language and how people use words than I did before I became a writer, and everything in BM's words worries me. He distances himself from SM and her life. He is finished with her.
Haha that made laugh. But that’s so awesome that you’re a poet! Such a romantic profession.