What a Trick Present

Today, I try to write better than yesterday.

I revise the poem I began yesterday,

I make yesterday’s story scenes come clean.

By that logic,

tomorrow I will write better than today,

I will improve what I do right now.

What a trick present,

cyclicly losing to my future self,

and winning over my past–

how long can my uphill climb last?

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