Blank
The blank
page is nothing
compared to their blank stares,
blank chairs, wallets, excuses.
The blank
page comforts
like bottles or chocolates,
and after years pass
when I’ll
not remember
what I’ve written,
my words will talk back to me.
The best
part of being
a writer, is going to be
becoming blank.
The 2River View, 4_1 (Fall 1999)