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
with anxiety
playing with it
creating new lies in my head
referencing you and others
working the poem
new but unfinished
because i don’t have
any answers
or luck today
this one person


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.