The first page of a novel


Like a broken thought I linger
trying to reconnect.

Each moment losing its place
 to a lack of bookmark.

I’m just tired paper
looking through the dictionary
for the right words.

Most want high quality parchment
to make conversations seem more refined
but, in truth,
my soul is more comfortable
with crayon scribbles on butcher paper.
Less costly, but more valuable.

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