publishing

he said i couldn’t do it, but
i did
tore every fingernail on
the heavy keys
leaning over the typewriter,
sparks flying
bleeding my helpless
frustration
into the paper.
with every mistake,
every missed strike of
each key,
i began to understand
exactly what it takes
to love words enough
to stick out
the mistakes,
and create an entire book
with your fingertips.