When I win (Crossing fingers)

I sent my poem to be viewed by the outside world. I'll post my poem, "Every Day Here in Lakewood," after I win, I hope I hope. I don't want to get accused of publishing it on here. I'm sure it isn't what they are talking about, putting it on the blog, but the word publish is all over this blog. When I finish writing something, it feels like having baby. So much care and thought goes into it, and then after the labor, gets chewed up in the world. Doesn't cry much though, a silent baby. I like those. Maybe that is the secret why I like writing so much. I do exclude writing for college papers- that's more like rat babies born in drive-thru deliveries.