The evanescent, erasable
Disposable brushes of the pencil.
Words written and rewritten.
Maybe we invented it from our deepest desire
Of erasing, control-zeeing, our misdeeds
And rewriting them anew.
The old Romantic dream
Of perfecting every word and sentence.
If only life, too, had an eraser!
Everything and everyone could be perfect:
Words could be unsaid,
Arrows unthrown,
And lives could be unlived.
Everything would be perfect!
Or would it?
Ah, the Photoshop-life dream!
We waste so much of our lives
In the retelling.
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