Sunday, August 21, 2011

In the Editing Room

I want to take
the film of my life

unspool it from
the metal canister 
which holds it 
unravel the black and white images
and run them through my fingertips

and in just the right places
~snip snip snip~
with my sharpest and most deadliest
scissors 
edit out the "bad" parts:
the embarrassing moments,
the hours full of grief,
the rage that distorted my face,
to snip snip snip
and let the pieces fall
where they may
to be left forgotten
to curl up and fade
on the tear-darkened earth
of God's cutting room floor.



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