The Journal Poem by Thomas Lawrence
The Journal
i threw away
the beautiful, expensive
mole skin journal
you bought me
i tore it up
with the same care and intent
that you put into buying it
i tore it up
with meticulous focus
it fit me perfectly
i have other journals
i edit as i write
tho my work suffers for it
i do it anyway
just to defy your advice
like a promiscious minister's daughter
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