I WAS REREADING MYSELF THE OTHER DAY
I was rereading myself the other day
When I discovered
That I am unreadable
Or perhaps
Too easily readable
I was rereading myself the other day
When I discovered I wasn’t worth rereading
I was rereading myself the other day
When I discovered that I perhaps
Should never have written
I was rereading myself the other day
When I discovered
I might have worked my whole life in vain
I was rereading myself the other day
And wondering how I could go on writing to the end of my life
I was rereading myself the other day
And stopped reading
Because I could not stand to know
How not good enough I am.
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