I'm writing this in cursive,
and I never write in cursive.

I write in my chicken-scratch hand,
with lines and arrows and black marks
covering the inches of the page.

But as I sit here,
pen whirring over the lines,
I instinctively write in cursive
because I don't want
the unknown minds around me
to receive this yet,
unfinished and vulnerable as it is.

Anticipation is everything, he says.
It just makes what you've waited for better.

And I choke on my own words
as they're slammed in my face,
elegant, right-handed script
mocking and hypocritical
in it's curved and flowing strokes.

No certainty, only an unclear page -
just lines and lines,
stretching endlessly, it seems;
running parallel, but never merging.
Just beautiful, lonely words.

Yes, anticipation is everything -
if it never ends.

When it never ends.

12/04/2003

Posted on 12/04/2003
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