Good again but this time mean it

Fashionable Melbourne poetry has this necessary stop block in self-reflexivity where either the poem has come to the mic to talk about what it's like to be a poem or to look the poet in the eyes down there in the narrow audience and tell everybody about the time she or she or and everyone knows this one where she as if the poem were the poet's best man at a wedding to maybe no one or maybe someone besides in that low crowd who deserved better than to be dragged here to this long instruction on virtue so if at the end the poem hates the poet so then the poem is unfinished and so a confession remains to be extracted so then the poem begs the poet to be allowed to die from her lips to tell what words she needs to hear trying it's sorry and didn't mean it or meant it but it's sorry now or this poem loves me and so should you