A bag of writing pens stashed in a drawer
the desperate writer tries each one
dried up dried out
dried up dried out
he tears the paper trying to make each work
again again
again
until at last
a solid vibrant blue line
love
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Day 20
Tuesday. What on earth did I do on Tuesday? In lieu of straining to remember something not worth remembering, I've decided to share with you a poem. Kristen and I went to the LAKE once a while back and wrote poems. Hers was incredible, seriously, should be published. Mine was inspired by our writing utensils:
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