Kristen Lopez-Ferreira, Poet

A clean slate

I just ruined it

there are words scribbled on now

sorry to the tree that turned into this


A tainted page

with meaningless words scribbled on

a place for me to write a tangent on

a place to store whatever pops into my head


A lengthy summary

of my boredom

of my turmoil from vandalism

of my lack of inspiration


A full page

an entirely filled slate

with words that hopefully mean something

and random thoughts that are not thought out