Sixteenth Notes

The sound of my pencil scratching the rough paper as I push it at just that angle--
Shivers erupt on my neck as I try futilely to to alter the angle but
my hand demands to complete this word, this line, this sentence before
I lift the graphite and my arms are prickling and
the pencil is relentless in its torture and
I’m almost there-- just two more letters! and
my foot is rapping sixteenth notes and my body is writhing and
my teeth are grinding and
my pencil is still resisting and finally

relief






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