The graphite scratches wrong
(was it me?)
a misplaced line infinitely long.
and I turn the pencil over in apprehension
(of what you ask?)
the thing I can barely bear to mention.
That my eraser is fading slowly
(will it be there next?)
and the thing that makes things holy,
perfect in fact,
(are they perfect after it truly?)
but the paper is cracked.
Lines etched in doubt.
and a fading eraser.
