I'm Not Sure What Prompted This

So, I've been working diligently to submit my poems to a lot of different journals. I'm not quite sure why. I believe Sylvia Plath talked me into it. Obviously. Why do I even care to be heard? What's the point? There obviously is no money involved. It's a fickle concept.

But that feeling I got when I received my first (and maybe the last) acceptance letter from an international magazine—that fucking feeling, was like no other.