some days you unwrite
the precious few words you managed
to scratch down the day before
erase and forget
what you thought to be truth
but on reflection
is far too long for a t-shirt
much too slight for an epic
you savage your errant words
with a pencil’s unforgiving end
as if to punish the paper for its lack of oversight
then after the undoing
lean back
stare into the distance
and ask
what am i now
