I am not a writer.
I am a fox
in a man-suit
pretending to be a writer.
Just to trick you all.
Just to trick myself.
If I put down
the pen
and the pretententiousness;
pulled the costume off
in a papery rip like a jet breaking the sky,
and
looked in the mirror
to see
that fire of fur,
then it would mean
that there is something inside of me that I've been using as fuel.
Something
non-renewable.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
I am not a writer.
I am a fox
in a man-suit
pretending to be a writer.
Just to trick you all.
Just to trick myself.
If I put down
the pen
and the pretententiousness;
pulled the costume off
in a papery rip like a jet breaking the sky,
and
looked in the mirror
to see
that fire of fur,
then it would mean
that there is something inside of me that I've been using as fuel.
Something
non-renewable.
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