Written by: Niels Blomberg

(for all poets who cannot stop revising)

I am not finished
I am never finished
In the poet’s head
I am kneaded indefinitely

I am not finished
often typed
put in writing
spread imaginary
I am always one step
ahead of the poet

I am never finished
forever young
because the poet
smooths my wrinkles
forever and ever

But am I finished
when the poet is finished?
Or do I get a legal guardian 
and an unwrinkled future?