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 ****.
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