Youcannot erase the pencil
Mark. I drew you here carelessly,
One hand tiedbehind me, it's done.
I cannot redraw
The eyes which I forgot, while Iwas
Eating those two plum waffles.
Like the flood of my longing,
I drewit all wrong.
I cannot fix it.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.