[Long-time readers might recall that I started a game show right here at HTMLGIANT in which I post a link to a great piece of new writing and demand of the author: EXPLAIN YOURSELF! (applause) Well, so, sorry, it’s been a while. What are you going to do, tax me?]

Anyway, this time I challenge Paul Killebrew, whose new book from Canarium, Flowers, is whoa holy, to comment before this post scrolls off the page. Is this poem, from Gulf Coast, a story? (Readers, it begins:

“I think he’s basically a person,”
said the young waiter to the older one.

Check out the whole thing.)

Are you clipping from Hemingway or Orwell here? What was the poem’s starting point? Paul Killebrew, EXPLAIN YOURSELF! (applause)