Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
(Is what I told myself when I
Was laid off by BuzzFeed.)
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I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Unverified—too?
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“Hope” is the thing In-Progress—
That may still change to green—
If I just keep refreshing—
Submittable on my screen.
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
When Daniel from Modern Love
Sent another “Sorry, no.”
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
When thirty bucks
Hits PayPal—let’s
Go fucking nuts!
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I dwell inside Calibri—
A fairer font than Times—
I won’t be taking any questions—
At this time—
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There’s a certain Slant of light,
Deadline Afternoons—
That exposes all the Dust
Just—let me get the broom—
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Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first attached the Invoice
And sent it off your way—
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This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me—
I’ve posted it on Medium—
Please clap for Me
