Blood Bath

Shower my paper with your red ink

For every mistake I make, I gain.

Vulgar annotations stretched across the linen

Transpose, adjust, and leave some space

for a writer’s life is not a perfect copy

A writer’s love is full of mistakes.

But not my love towards you.

Return my work, revise the correction

To hell with conventions!

I call it a stet.

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