It’s poetry week in my column for no good reason. I wrote this poem after having read music criticism about Lana Del Rey for ~2 hours.

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When people tell stories re: Lana Del Rey,
Refracted and splayed in limitless tabs,
I store them, like plants in a study.

They may grow in my mind, competing for sunlight.
They will languish, wilter, and in time keel,
Their bodies substandard fertilizer.