The Editor

s/he sits in her/office day in & day out eyes popping out of her/his head from pawing over endless manuscripts, the yearning from voices all over the world sits at her/his very fingertips & from years of experience, the editor slashes whole parts of another’s masterpiece, dicing & slicing in order to make them marketable, neath’ the guise of a need for structure & syntax--- the editor themselves in particular remembers when they were younger & not yet crushed by realities of the industry, when they had dreams of their own & it was only their own work which they refashioned & polished, hoping to one day be read & revered, as opposed to doing the mechanical work for someone else whom for all intent & purpose, they can’t for the life of them see why people buy their ****.