How many of these old notebooks
have I thrown away?
How many times have I told myself
that I’m not worth putting down on
paper,
that hell,
I’m hardly worth putting down?
I keep picking them up,
99¢ at any good pharmacy.
$1.25 at an office supply store.
No matter where I get the pulp from,
it’s medicine.
Any time I doubt it,
pitching them
is fever.
Tylenol won’t work,
only ink.
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- JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications; 2017
First new poem of 2017