A rejection from The New Yorker

I think this is a pretty good poem. They obviously don't agree. I wonder how many rejections that makes in my long life.

 

    What I Would Say

She asked me what I'd do
if she smoked cigarettes.
I said I wasn't
sure.
But had she lived,
and if she loved me
still
and if she asked
again
I would say
I'll carry matches.