Another Poem Poem by Lynette Lawrence

One more poem
fine,
another recent one,
one more time.

Another white blank page
another passed sleepless night.
One more time I wrote down
what made me cry.

My fingers were stained with ink, like many dozen times
but I removed it
and made myself forget about
what I was thinkin' 'bout last night.

Now I'm sitting here,
writing this poem,
trying to remind myself
of the things I removed with the ink.


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