Revisionist

odd…

finding a poem I had written late the night before

and not remembering that I wrote it

(there had been some drinking involved)

reading it

as if for the first time.

It was about this woman I had met a few nights earlier

I decided to edit it a bit

take her name out

remove some of the more adolescent lines

make it sound like I wasn’t such a fool

there

that’s better

she was 30 years younger than me, after all

and not interested in this old man

and I have to keep some dignity

even if it’s after the fact.