Dear reader.
Regardless of interpre
tation or context.
Through red scratches
and white out.
You judge me, my integrity
and standard by just reading.
By cradling,
prodding at odd
syllables.You elevate
With each of our passings.
Make sure I’m never drowning
in language. That these nights lost
in ink, Burying myself in coffee
were worth it. We
were worth it. We
have those paper cuts.
Tears wept in common.
I keep looking down at writing.
No meaning. Sometimes
lost on fractured paper.
Knowing honor is part of
natural selection yet. I don’t
want to be the one to grope you.
My Critical Commentary:
I don't know what happened to my piece, but it got shuffled around on blogger and I never got to see what your commentary was on it sadly. Do you have a copy of what you wrote by any chance???
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