I know the day this becomes my old poetry
I will see all its faults
"This was wrong and that was false"
I'll say in one big fit.
There won't be anything
that makes me angry
besides my own accidents.
Maybe it's ironic
how I'll inquire
why it made an impact.
I look now with love,
later with loathing,
and long ago with the least.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
I know the day this becomes my old poetry
I will see all its faults
"This was wrong and that was false"
I'll say in one big fit.
There won't be anything
that makes me angry
besides my own accidents.
Maybe it's ironic
how I'll inquire
why it made an impact.
I look now with love,
later with loathing,
and long ago with the least.
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