Monday, March 15, 2021

roses are red

please, don't send me
your poetry.
i beg you.
i can be cruel. i will punish
you with
a sharp knife.
editing.
slashing at the drivel,
the meandering lines.
i can't read it.
i don't know what any of it
means. i'm lost.
i can barely read mine.

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