HB Dead Ends
by Veroson
· 13/03/2026
Published 13/03/2026 10:44
In the junk drawer, under the twine,
are the stubs of things that used to be mine.
Cedar shavings like curls of skin,
from the days when the lead was thin.
The graphite left a smear on my hand,
a gray smudge I didn't plan.
It won't wash off, it stays in the lines,
like a map of all my old designs.