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Lauren McBride
On blue days
and Tuesdays,
I stroll among
my poems
that yearn yet
for publication -
sampling, tasting,
letting their words
l i n g e r
on my tongue,
listening
to them
each one wondering
"What's wrong
with me?"
Poet’s Notes: In a moment of whimsy, I felt compelled to give voice to those poor poems marked with the dreaded red X for having suffered the indignity of multiple rejections.
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