I can say,
“That’s not it.”
I can feel it
before I can explain it.
What lands.
What doesn’t.
What looks right.
What needs to go.
I call it preference.
It is.
It’s useful.
It’s real.
It’s necessary.
It’s also incomplete.
My preference is easy when
I’m not the one
who has to choose.
Not the one
who has to publish it.
Stand behind it.
Carry what happens next.
That’s the loop.
Critique without consequence.
Preference without accountability.
I can refine forever when nothing lands on me.
No commitment.
No exposure.
No movement.
The shift is simple:
Preference notices.
Accountability signs.
The work begins
when I’m willing to let the choice
carry my name.
Expressing my preference
is my commentary on someone else’s work.