I revised my work,
biting nails, here,
poking “i’s” out—
there
un’ringing hands,
and buzzing ears
–how you know they whisper—
bided time and
read penned lines
with feeling,
deleting in between
–almost 2 years–
(or is it almost 20?)
of tears, ink, and coldest
sweat–
since it added little
to the story.
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