May 19, 2008
Shredding the work
I wrote now and then
They must be gone
Poetry is a has-been.

The results are in
"Mary Beth Bourne"
I wait, patience growing thin
"Gabrielle Bustamante"

Did you skip my name?
I was waiting to win, waiting for fame

Pulling the ink cartridge
out of the pen
Snipping it in two,
poetry is a has-been.

"You didn't give
what they were looking for.
Don't write
those sad poems anymore."

Throwing the paper
in the bottom of the bin
I'm done with poetry
Never. Never again.

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