revisions are the worst to work through
my actions, my thoughts
wrenching these words
and setting the meter
just so or moving
a line to a new spot
like moving,
i pack all my boxes and change
my environment
or like moving away from checkmate
one move left
what I wasn’t to say or want to say
what I do say
what i should say
what I say when I don’t say anything at all
 

when I’m left hanging on words
yours or mine, with all the time to revise
i
alone
with anxiety
playing with it
creating new lies in my head
referencing you and others
working the poem
into
something
new but unfinished
because i don’t have
any answers
or luck today
revising
this one person
i

 

Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column 7x appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.