January 16, 2025
I got a new notebook.
I thought I’d write more
if I had a fancy new book
to pour my soul into.
You’ve gotta romanticize the process, right?
I sat the book on my desk
and assembled it’s inserts
and wound it’s elastic straps
and felt the genuine leather.
It’s really nice. Really worth the money.
I sat in my office chair
at my desk, looking at it.
Thinking of what I could do.
What yarn I could spin.
I don’t regret buying it at all.
...
I took out my pen and began:
Name…
“If found, please call…”
“Or you can email…”
I flipped the page.
I complained about the neighbors.
I whined about not sleeping.
It was 2:00 am.
I should’ve been asleep.
…
Nothing.
Not a drop.
Not an iota.
No ideas.
No pond to fish them from.
Sorry, David.