No, You Hang Up
This pen is running out of ink
And so my existence
hangs.
Shaking and scribbling
Cajoling each word
Paying each mistake
For the beleaguered rewriting
How long will it go
And when will I stop?
When will the decision
be made
For me?
When I know that the
time is limited,
I hang on so, so tightly
7/4/2022
Yosemite Valley, California