Grace attempted and explored,
in search of that prime number
that would visualize a pattern

of a hammer. “This hammer
will crush your thumb.
Whenever you give it a chance!”

she euphorized and hopped her black
charcoal cored and yellow
lacquer coated wooden
pencil across
the wood pulped brown
toned craft paper of her notebook.

What is the verb
for the sound
of the snapping
chiseled carbon
tip called?

Outside forbidden
fireworks
no longer colorfully
smudged
the new year
already set in.



—animasuri’23-‘24





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trigger:

a spider in a left shoe under the bed in a room emptier than nothingness.