Monday is the day after tomorrow.
they will come here, wine in hand to relieve my anxiety
that I must offer something on paper, composed of
letters, words, perhaps even sentences with occasional
punctuation marks as they will offer theirs so
well formed and beautifully arranged on the page
with deft usage of image and words that I perhaps
cannot understand and sit speechlessly.
Let it be a large bottle of wine, to drink, then
to capture my free-floating anxiety.
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