A Blank Screen

I wanted to write
but there was a fire to start
and then there was a screen to look at
with tendrils of sweat and dirt
and candy
and so I followed them
turning on
as if I was turned off
as if I wasn’t already raging
as if I was blank
I turned them on
and was engaged
like the plow that I am
being pulled
and digging a furrow
while being dug into
If I stop looking
I will stop
with a shudder
and sit for just a moment
while the momentum
of the pull
bleeds out
and then I’ll just sit
staring at a blank screen
a blank screen.

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