edit III

a poem in three parts

you can edit out people
you know.

i know.
i edited him out

it started slowly

a darkening here, a cross out
there
a subtle cover
barely
noticed

unintentional
to preserve, control but
habits kick in

breathe in, breathe out
a new revision

and then
i didn’t have
to use a marker at all.

black out truths,
trust

and soon
the whole affair

a year
or ten
redacted
under a litany
of edits.

oh darling,
don’t worry about
me.

i’m a writer
i’ll just write a
new story

i’m sure i can
do it again


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