Prose poems are notoriously hard to pull off, because they relinquish the control that only line and stanza can provide. So if you’re going to write a prose poem, it better land. This one does. Note that the trick here is the same one that Molly Fisk uses. It’s easy: you introduce the negative content, then you step away from it. Dougherty can whine or attack the editor (people do, believe me), but instead he shrugs it off. This is a poem that endorses perspective: yeah, my poem got turned down, but I still have basketball and the moon and someone who loves me.