A Version

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The story undergoes the knife
the cutting out of the deleterious cursor
Pointing to instability
the too too raw
& somehow that figure that sticks out
— the wrong way
You bring to the table
all the scraps you were collecting
the day before
Organizing them something Sisyphus
might shudder to do
Or left alone
with the glaring white page
condemnations rolling out with every
flick of the tongue
Until
the poet goes on hiatus
approaching this like every version
that has come…