I almost never feel jealous about another poets poems or writing. I can heartily appreciate, admire, be excited by, and sometimes covet a technical move they made or a line, but jealousy is almost never there. So when it is, I’m bothered. In a good, but profoundly disturbing way. On the other hand, this bodes well that there’s a market for my work… Brilliantly done, Patricia Lockwood.