you can’t always say where they come from
Today, I wrote one of those poems that leaves you, the person responsible for bringing it into the world, wondering: Huh? Where did you come from? And, Why? And, What’s wrong with me? (And what’s up with all the trains in my writing lately?) I resisted every direction this one took me at first, but in the end, I decided to see what it wanted to do. I’m still confused, but I’m OK with that.
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