brackets
raze
i
was
always
leaving
things
until
the
last
minute
.
i
don't
know
how
many
essays
i
wrote
from
scratch
hours
before
they
were
due
when
i
had
weeks
to
play
with
.
in
a
weird
way
,
i
enjoyed
the
pressure
.
it
forced
me
to
focus
.
i
did
some
of
my
best
work
when
i
was
under
the
gun
.
so
it
wasn't
anything
new
when
i
found
myself
writing
an
entire
stage
play
inside
of
an
hour
one
night
in
my
dad's office.
my
english
teacher
told
me
to
enclose descriptive passages
in
square
brackets.
i
somehow
got
it
in
my
head
that
the
way
to
make
this
happen
was
to
highlight
the
text
and
type
the
symbol
i
wanted
to
ensnare
what
i'd
written
.
the
rest
would
take
care
of
itself
.
i
grabbed
a
thick
brick
of
prose, painted
it
blue
,
pressed
the
key
i
convinced
myself
would
set
me
free
,
and
watched
all
my
hard
-earned
words
disappear, supplanted
by
one
half
of
a
hollow
crate
that
held
shock
and
chagrin
in
the
palm
of
its
fingerless
hand
.
i
pencilled
in
my
punctuation
the
rest
of
the
way
,
gambling
on
graphite
to
get
the
job
done
.
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