I like to think of my edits as being in a better place.
Not as good a place as my hard drive would be, but a place that’s better in ways that matter more to my edits and less to me.
A place where my lines need bend and break no more.
The meta-home of all metaphors.
The place all rhymes link arms and do-si-do whether they make good dance partners or not.
Where caesuras all cease, where alliteration lies down with assonance, where infinitives may infinitely split.
Ah, the joys of a new computer. And the risks.
Goodbye, sweet edits, goodbye.
I hope someday I’ll see you round the bend.
Don’t take your edits for granted, friends. Save them while you can.