June 7th, 2002


(no subject)

Oh, Magic Rub eraser,
you take away the stain
of pencil lead upon the page,
that I might write again.

Oh, Magic Rub eraser,
please erase the pain
that makes me feel so broken,
that makes me feel insane.

Oh, Magic Rub eraser,
graphite sticks to you.
Do you think that you might take
my faults onto you, too?


I can't have already been at work for 3 hours. Time really flies when you're actually working, I guess.