I search every line for a spark
a switch in my brain
in my thoughts – in something
to turn on that cartoon light bulb of inspiration
to pop it into existence
rows and rows of patterned printed symbols
patterned pacing phrases – pieces of a puzzle?
my eyes blur in the dim light my writing looks
like simple gray streaks on lined paper
they await deciphering
by another version of myself
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.