.

Life is like a post-it note,

precious and solid memories 

collect like dusty pages

stuck on the refrigerator.

Tear it off, bend the glued

edge. Write it as you go.

Lists are good. Erasers

are only as good as

the ink selected.

.

Pencil it in for the past

and fill the page before

you stick the experience

in the stack.

.

Learn to walk in literary

shoes, to speak words

that give no offense,

and add them to the pile.

It is pretty much over once

you learn to edit and hone

down your unruly small

verbiage.

.

You are able to spell now

and see better. Post the list

of contents on the table.

Shuffle the quarter ream

of trials and errors. Make

them neat.

.

Got do what the teacher

instructs, grow a brain that

thinks well of self and others.

Become adult, as if there

were a choice besides marry 

or remain single. Have 

children, become a paper

weight that can hold up

a house and a car note.

.

Book length at last, the

manuscript is finalized

and ready for the editors.

It is a fair tale, nothing

extra or ordinary, easy

or triumphant. Rather

mundane as expected, pages 

that you want to chug into a

clipboard and hang over

your gravestone so that all

who pass can know who

and what you wanted, or 

should have been, but 

decided on being words 

instead.

.

Lady A

06-27-17

110p

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