caffeine jitters
pushing around
the graphite
wild horns
trailing in the air
and
i am distracted.

you have to
be able to see
the subtlest shadow
the smallest
retreat of light

to shape a thing.

you cannot be afraid
of the
sharp line
of contrast

of the mistake.

you have to
put down the line.

i am distracted.

what have i made?

what have i done?