One More Revision

by The Night Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

The draft comes back with more red than black. For an hour I confuse correction with a verdict on my worth. Then I make tea, read each note as a task, and begin with the first sentence. By midnight the page is not perfect. It is clearer. Sometimes continuing means letting the work change without calling the change defeat.
59 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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