Oh, to be a careful writer,
dotting eyes and crossing tees,
always sure of being ruly
as my thoughts tumble to the page
in ordered eloquence, perfectly coiffed
and savored by readers as fine wine.
Reality, though, finds this notion
hilarious in the extreme.
My writing is unruly rodeo:
dense with dust, sweat, and sometimes
bleeds when my lip splits from
a flying horn or kissing the ground.
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