A dash to a comma
That heals contingency
In the head of the writer are all other writers
The ones who drop the phone
And the ones who intend to
To find the flower of the thing
And suck its bitter honey
Its lovely irony our teacher
All writers live in the head of every writer
It has nothing to do with the quality of words
We love them anyway so much
We want to become them
As if words were the only hummingbird
A mortal could become
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