Unearthed Poemage

I'm back! Recently I found some poems from a while ago and decided to post them because they were just so cramped in the journal inside which they were originally placed. Here is one:

rewrite

Flipping chalkboards

and whiteboards

nestled in the wall,

layer after layer

So you can change

what you say

and get a fresh slate

No need to erase

what was written

You simply choose another

area

into which your words

are placed.

Life is not a series of boards

that are switched when you

mess

up.

You only get one

And you must write with

permanent

marker

Because those words -

the ones you spit into the air

are not erasable

Be careful what you

write on your board,

because you have

no

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