Tuesday, February 22, 2011

No means I'm alive

A lot of no's in 2011 so far.
At least a dozen cold shoulders from literary journals and magazines.
Dear writer: thanks but no thanks, try us another time.
I don't take it personally.
Which isn't to say I like hearing it.
I hate no.
I have to remember that no means, not this time. Not yet. Keep trying.
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The other no's--one from a boy I fell for last year, plus a sweet new one who's strictly off limits--those no's smart deeper and longer. Some no's you don't recover from so fast. If at all.

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