it’s so hard to grasp the letters that keep f          
                                                                ­             a    
                                                                ­                     l
                                                                ­                  l    
                                         ­                                             i
                                                                ­               n      
                                                         ­                           g  
down the notebook page.

i try to hold them lovingly with my not so delicate hands but they                                                             ­                                                   
           l                                                                ­                                          
              e       ­                                                                 ­                                
          a                     ­                                                                 ­                                    
                k
through my fingers
and i watch them as they climb my walls and
jump on my bed
they flee through the glitching door
and through the floor
some go through the window cracks
i try to warn them that it’s raining outside,
but they stick their tongues out,
letting out impish laughs
and run for their lives
and disappear between the thick raindrops

right above my head a group of cursive ghost letters
exit through the ceiling
amidst the chaos one of them falls
and lands on the blank notebook

it’s the letter D
for Despair