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Rejection Slips they come like a thief in the midafternoon when you're away at work the fat, mashed s.a.s.e. always the dead giveaway my veteran poems have many new creases now from fingers and paper clips maybe a few coffee stains scars of their 3 month tour in the slush every error jups up, screaming saying "put me in another poem" or "delete this stanza" "omit this word" or "didn't you see that typo?" "what are you, blind?" so the red pen goes to work dancing around them. It either makes them better or makes it clear that they pretty much stunk to begin with still, i must be doing something right; so far nothing has come back to me in a plastic biohazard bag swimming in editor vomit.
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