I RUN TO REVISION, MY GOD

I was mad when I wrote that poem,

And I wrote it too fast.

But since I still love you,

I wander happily back to its past.

I read myself because I love myself,

And I still love you, my precious division!

I forgive my poem and all its flaws.

Self-love is my genius—but it’s genius,

Not selfishness, which breaks a few laws.

Revision is my God. Revision, like Criticism, forgives

The awkward poem, lifts my poem up.

And that’s how my love for you still lives.

 

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2 Comments

  1. June 30, 2017 at 2:18 am

    If love is division then to love again is to redivide the spoils.

    • thomasbrady said,

      June 30, 2017 at 1:54 pm

      Or spoil the re-dividing?


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