The day I deleted my old anthology –
A whole file, 49 pieces –
With the same fingertip I prolonged the press on the Backspace key
As I used to wipe my bitter tears.
“Oh, what folly did I commit?”
The day I deleted my old anthology
I smeared my most flamboyant streak
Not the relieving sense that men achieve
When they shave off their hirsute beards –
What I found was the swelling of fear
Choking my bosom
“Oh, what folly did I commit?”
I ended up scavenging the Recycle Bin
Restore! Everything! – for
The day I deleted my old anthology