Margins
2010 May 11
I crawled to the center of your page, to be read and exposed, and authored halfway. Leave me softly. End your thoughts of me with an ellipse…
If you must leave me before the margin, kiss the large space that you’ve left empty, but not with a guilt that comes with a frustrated poem due for discard.
I ask that you hold this theme and rewrite when you are ready to begin another page.
