writing by hand
each day
makes for a different
sort of practice
scribbles & scrawls
crossed out thoughts
vs the negotiating
backspace key

no pages have been
ripped out
save one
too cruel to add
no passages deleted
no makeshift
trashcans filled

what i miss is
the word travel
what i cherish
is the ability
at whim
to re-read
older passages
mapping my ancient histories
often
the ability to
peruse
my exquisite
waste of time

sometimes
at the eleventh hour
even i could revel
in breaking
my own guilty promise
to never decide its fate
at a later hour
erasing the sweetest
or oddest mediocre
by simply hitting
the
button
delete