I need to eat more lead –
Gotta chew and grind, gotta
Break more teeth; already done!
To write a poem.
Jeepers, Creepers, already hung… about.
About a time when lead was poison, but,
Ink was not. I’ve always been protected by
Pencil leads.
And paper.
And ink. Abstained. Absinthed.
Alone again, ho… So, I pillow it all,
Into my dreams, those steamy plot-panicked
Passages of righteous themes! I am
Paper! Bright and white! I soak up
Lead! Ink, not so much. I am
The end of days.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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