Blank Grid

I printed January out of habit.

White squares. That's all.

Each one empty and waiting

like a mouth that doesn't speak.

My coworker mentioned hers looks the same.

We didn't know what to say about it.

How do you talk about having nothing to do?

How do you admit that kind of open space

is worse than being busy?

The blank calendar sits on my desk

and it feels like a question I can't answer.

All that time.

All those white squares.

Nothing written in any of them.

What am I supposed to do with this?