Thursday, August 19, 2010

Poetry revision time: Novel


The last word typed, I thank
my characters. "No problem,"

says one as it plucks away
a face and wipes clean

its head. "We are always happy
to help birth a new story."

Already I see a sketch of webs
I could lay on their shapes -

these dolls who halter my text
and make eyes skip through scenes.

"I believe you know the way
the faceless one adds.

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