Naturally, I pick out the stains on the ceiling,
And the metaphysical uncertainty in a room.
Violence, a simple word, is so easily misunderstood.
Usually, things like this are like blood clots,
Ready to take over the body, to confuse, to control.
I’m not sure exactly what to think.
When writing, I will sometimes make a mistake,
I need a physical eraser to wipe away inability.
Incompletion is the cause for imminent illness.
Please believe me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.