I've started writing poetry. Don't ask.
I showed one of my first efforts to Ben, who sees everything before my writing group.
"It's good," he said.
"Really? It's, like, my first poem. Good? Really?"
"Yeah, it's good."
I basked in his praise for a few hours before I thought to ask a follow-up question.
"What, exactly, was good about it?"
"Your poem? I understood it."
"You understood it."
"Yeah, you know, some poems you can't understand. I was able to read yours."
"So your standard for 'good' in poetry is (a) written in the English language and (b) intelligible?"
"It makes me sound like a philistine when you put it that way."
I stopped basking and got back to work.