Archive for June 29th, 2011
I need an Editor (More Than Ever)
But not the editor inside
my bashed-up mind.
That editor kills me.
I want a good editor
who loves me
for who
I am.
That is all.
(An editor who likes brevity.)
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Left-Over on Sweet, Swift Day
Hea-vy, bul-
let-proof glass en-ve-
loped the ma-
chin-is-tic
children in silence: : : : Narrow spill,
o-ver-blown hap-py.
Gentle with Pink Whale
Harry likes his pink whale.
I like Harry’s pink whale, too.
Harry mouths his pink whale
for hours like he wants to be
a mother. Confusion is whether
or not I want to have a pink
whale, too, or if I wish my
Mother would have treated
me like a pink whale. I had
a pink whale once. She’s still
cute as a bug but she’s grown
and doesn’t need me any more.
