I aggressively
dusted eraser bits
off my desk.
I never did like
all that evidence
laying around,
always hated a
poorly-performing eraser,
so I used Ticonderoga
and wrote softly
so there was no proof
of revision.
It was never natural:
trial and error,
attempt and failure.
Get it right the first time
or give it up:
a mantra I shouted,
a mantra I’m learning
to aggressively
dust off my shoulders,
as I choose to
live a life full of revisions,
the way it’s intended.
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