Keeping Stationery

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Sit down to write poetry

Or edit a story.

Inhale breathe of hers

Absorb Ray Ban filtered sunray.

I’m worried this itchy anxiety will leave me,

As I leave the pen uncapped-

Floating upon paper’s surface tension.

Boil off thought.

Creating something bottomless

Within a two-dimensional, tree by-product;

Separates me from

Drowning in my B memories.

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