t’s possible that you will find my random thoughts on Drafts a little too random and far too drafty. I’ll admit that I wrote the “letter from the editor” after completing the table of contents. And then rewrote it again after seeing the artwork. So, you’re reading the third or fourth draft on Drafts.
his is just a draft.” I love that phrase. It is my favorite little lie. I say it all the time, usually with an apologetic shrug or a self-effacing laugh, as if I accidentally sneezed out a few paragraphs between roasting a chicken and quietly stalking my local parking warden. Of course, it is nonsense. I have obviously made an effort and have put hours into the thing, fiddled with it until the fiddling became a form of avoidance. There is nothing casual about this. But by calling it a draft, I create the illusion that I am both capable and humble.
So long
Torn from the spine
Watch cast-off words tumble
Over our teeth, stained by wine
Obscure.
f I lost an item, the last place I would probably check, would be the lost and found office. It will start with a frantic search on my body, replaying in my mind the last time I had the item on me, retracing my steps and calling my wife and kids to see if I hadn’t forgotten it at home. It would end with me calculating the impact of the loss and asking myself if I could buy, replace, duplicate, or survive without the item?
