It is with mingled hope and trepidation that I submit two poems to an unnamed outlet. Submit means to offer up and that I do. Submitting material is part of writing. Rejection is part of writing. I take this step, again, as I have before, and claim myself as writer.
The trepidation is that there may be a significant error in the manuscript that is easy enough to fix when noticed, but screams a lack of professionalism when not. So, over and over I go, word by word, line by line. Until it’s simply time to submit or go mad.