annaswirls
Pointy?
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What do you think of this poem without the last two lines?
The poem was accepted in a journal I really respect and have tried for a while to get into. However, they requested permission to publish it without the last two lines. My heart is torn. I am pretty sure I am going to tell them, no, you can't change my poem, the last two lines are important! But I was hoping for some feedback. Courage. Or tell me they are right.
Jonagold
Someone
made a decision to put numbers on my produce.
Who assigned Golden Delicious 1045
and Jonathan 2029?
My guess:
at that precise moment
scientists were given divine permission
to sew flounder genes
into our strawberries
so they too can be frost resistant.
All the way down Route 70
alpha-numeric codes on metal signs
mark the end of the corn rows.
I want my words back.
I want my words back.
The cashier does not know the name
of my onions.
She does not need to know
the name of my onions.
They are not even in season.
Vidalia
Vidalia
I whisper words with each laser scan beep.
We spit the stickers in the sink.
The poem was accepted in a journal I really respect and have tried for a while to get into. However, they requested permission to publish it without the last two lines. My heart is torn. I am pretty sure I am going to tell them, no, you can't change my poem, the last two lines are important! But I was hoping for some feedback. Courage. Or tell me they are right.
Jonagold
Someone
made a decision to put numbers on my produce.
Who assigned Golden Delicious 1045
and Jonathan 2029?
My guess:
at that precise moment
scientists were given divine permission
to sew flounder genes
into our strawberries
so they too can be frost resistant.
All the way down Route 70
alpha-numeric codes on metal signs
mark the end of the corn rows.
I want my words back.
I want my words back.
The cashier does not know the name
of my onions.
She does not need to know
the name of my onions.
They are not even in season.
Vidalia
Vidalia
I whisper words with each laser scan beep.
We spit the stickers in the sink.
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