Find one now,
in whatever drawer or cup–
an inky pen
and any scrap or page of real live paper.
And let it feel deflation, tension, worry or weak-kneed stance
of sad or mad or deep afraid. . .
There is no better confidant, steadfast friend or truer savior.
Why not do now
what scribbling you can,
and get it out
that twirl through blades of fan,
for it is nearly guaranteed
that, if you write some few or more words right now
at least a little better