How does your work first enter the world?
I imagine it’s rather similar for others. Often there’s a monologue in my head, typically very brief, consisting of things that I might not say out loud in certain company, especially not knowing how they might take it. Of course, it slips out every now and then. Once a coworker had simply asked why my har was so gray when I was only 25 and I responded I’m just dying quicker than everyone else. She didn’t like that. I try to jot these things down: the thoughts, the unannounced dialogue, the marvelous, however it may appear. This is my poetry seeping out of my pores and entering the world.
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