The scrach of pens on paper
The russle of a turning page
When will it be over
over
over
Keep your head down
What is the answer to this question
When will it be over
over
over
Rembering long lost
People, things, lives
When will it be over
over
over
"Pens down"
She told me to sign the form
but the name just wouldn’t
come out. From the tip of my pen
my own name simply refused
to be written. I kept wondering
what the hell was wrong with me,
asked for more paper, tried
again and again, but the letters
wouldn’t form the correct structure.
I wrote JOHN
instead of JOSHUA.
John is my dad’s name.
My dad’s. Not mine.
She gave me new paper.
Said I still had time.