Letterland by Sophie Hanna
(from last week's Guardian)

This poem is about language itself.
It uses words in the way it uses words
to demonstrate how those words might be used.
It sends itself up. It is hilarious.
For instance, the line, "I am a gibbering fool".
The line, "Fuckadoodledo".
It is hilarious.

The first time I read it I hated it, but the second time
I found more in it, more still on the third reading.
I wondered if it might not be about
not finding something easily,
or maybe not, ingeniously not.

I think it's about feeling inadequate
in highly charged emotional situations.
I think it's about time
and how we exist in time,
though when he says "shuttlecock", of course, he means just that
-shuttlecock.