Eraser

On my first day I met a new friend. We had the same new sneakers And sharpened pencils And coloring books And backpacks And French braids And rulers And we smelled the same smells of our school. My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard And she picked it up And said, “I’ll never forget you.”

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Artsy Odyssey

Date: 7/4/2025 2:17:00 PM

Hello there, Your poetry has truly inspired me, it’s vivid, captivating, and brings each emotion to life so powerfully. I’d love the opportunity to collaborate with you by interpreting your words through my minimalist art style. I offer my work at an affordable rate and would be excited to contribute creatively to your poetic project. Would you be open to exploring a collaboration?

Lee Etheridge

Date: 2/27/2023 10:24:00 PM

The feeling I was going for was watching my sweet daughter erase something so furiously because she felt like we all do when we make a mistake. But it’s so sweet for a new friend to tell us they’ll never erase us. (Forget us) Open to ideas.