this morning
back to work
off to grind
the burrs
off student
graphs &
lines poxxed
& pocked
with ideas
half-assed
& three-
quarters full
another year
older &
none the
wiser &
at fifty-two
I still think
this is what
I did with
my life,
so many
days lost
chipping away
at sentences
impossible to
diagram & my
breath catching
at so many
traumas laid
bare on
blank pages