Correction Fluid

Correction Fluid

Send me your mistakes
I’ll eat them for Sunday dinner

With my knife I’ll cut into each piece
And taste them on my tongue

Send me your failed attempts at poetry
I’ll put them to music

Construct chords from your verse
And string them into song

Send me your deepest insecurities
I’ll bottle them up

Let them age nicely
and drink them like fine wine

And remember, always

Your flaws compare to nothing,
I wish so to make them mine

Chase R McCurdy

Samantha Vitone

Nehemiah Magsino

Jas Léon

Cat Treu

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