Good Grief
a blank page is screaming at me
fill me up
dance across me
play a signature song
listen to the spirit world
how dare she?
I am in charge, right?
I put her into a typewriter
Type “I don’t have to!”
What is a typewriter, grandma?
Good grief!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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