12/27/2020

Epiphany

I know it is better than “okay”
when I look at it for the first
time in two years and cry.

Two readers put me into a tailspin.
I finally wrote “Fuck You” in my notes
and deleted their shallow
puerile comments. I’m worth
so much more than that.

[RK, 12/27/2020]
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