cracked egg

Dear Premature Feedback,

crackedeggDear Premature Feedback,

I knew the story wasn’t finished. It stank, in fact, in at least five places. The bones were there, but not the flesh. The ending dropped like an egg onto the kitchen floor when I read it aloud.

It was cruel the way I asked for you and then picked apart how my lover gave you exactly as I asked. It must be his fault, I thought, for not saying you clear enough, for padding you with “I like” on all sides.

I ask for you because I want someone else to tell me what only I can tell myself: the work you are doing is good–press on.


Ignoring you,



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