GIFTED PEN POETRY
FIRST PLACE
Questions for an Eraser Grace Curran
Rubbery and soft Like a therapist for small mistakes You live everywhere In the soft scratching of student’s pencils To the angry scrawl of a snappy lawyer You sacrifice yourself To remedy other’s fumbles Do you hate pencils? Do you feel like they are wobbly and stupid Not responding fast enough to the hand Do you hate the fact / that humans make them sharp / When it only makes mistakes harder for you to erase? Do you feel like a slave? Do you try to inch away and be lost? Or so you accept your fate of being used? Are you like a hero? Gracing the world one valiant act at a time? Tell me your mental state.
The April Perennial 38
