Adults Who Write In Pencil

Despicable was the first word that came to mind---

and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why

You made me sick to my stomach

and my only antidote was Bruce Springsteen

and talking about screen doors slamming

and heading to the middle of nowhere because

that's where good memories would always hunt me down

and sink through my pores

and then I could sit out there

without pessimism

and I would listen hard for the sound of a typewriter I once knew

out there---

somewhere near you

it was always near that---

after all, the keys breathed from disjointed tales

and they rusted with simplicity

which is why I lost it somewhere

----before here