elizabeth: black and white woman's torso (black and white)
So there was this thing to write. And I wrote it.

Only the thing was autobiography, from the vantage point of fifty years in the future, and I sort of....really really believe the Thing Without Nouns will and should happen. I just happen to have totally chickened out of even trying to make it happen when I had the chance.

Poetry, it turns out, is not the best way to communicate directly. Especially not first-draft poetry.


I can't bring myself to regret what DID happen, but I do regret that something else didn't. So to speak.
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