Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem: What if My Words

What if my words
got stuck in the ink of my pen,
refused to flow onto the
page, no matter how many times I
clicked the clicker,
shook my hand,
jumped up and down,
hammered on the floor,
til the whole pen broke, 
and the ink flowed out
in a blot on the rug?
Oh, I said.
They just wanted to be
that free.

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