It’s been a minute since I posted anything here. “Life’s what happens,” etc. My wife and I have been slowing moving into our new house, so I’ve been otherwise preoccupied.
The good news is, the packing process has turned up a bunch of random scribblings. This is a poem fragment I wrote in 2018 (I think).
Unfocused eyes split the page
I rub them into alignment
Too many thoughts are lost
As the eyes wander away
Wrist protests the motion
Of scratching ink onto the page
Which is, again, split
I rotate the wrist
I close the eyes
So many thoughts are wasted
I can’t pour them out fast enough
Can’t scratch enough ink
Across fractured pages
