Am I flarf?

A thoughtful editor just wrote to say he almost wants to publish my poem "Occasionally Yours." Of course I wish he'd go on his nerve and publish the poem, but I appreciate his candor in no-thanksing like this (linebreaks mine):

it was a surpirse

to read, and is more

worthwhile than usual

Flarf

influenced stuff, and it seems somehow

involved with itself, which

Flarf

poetry has veered from

and landed itself

in a dead-end over; but

my feeling is that

there is not enough at stake

behind this involvement

in this poem.

And here's my answer song:

Everything is at stake.