I wear my poetry on my sleeve
like a new blank document
from
word

I read my poetry
with a false sense
of knowing
towards disliking
and of course throwing
it into the
trash-can

I read other poems
with a sense
of awe and wonderment
how do they do
it?
when I seem to be crafting
words together
with a pick axe
while they do it with a
rose
a wand
or a dictionary

does it ever

all come together?

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