ive typed so fast tonight
i’ve cut myself on the keyboard
some of the letters knew
what words i was trying to make

and they’re warning me-

it’s easier to delete than create
be careful how you put those words together, friend.

some of them
will not form the sentences
the way you want them to.

like poems that have written themselves
or lives that have gone off track

every now and then
the best hand to play is not the one
that is closest to your chest
it is the one furthest from your heart

shakespeare knew
his sappy endings were not sappy.

they were not endings at all

he just chose to stop writing
before the quill had sliced off all his fingers.

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