Last updated on October 10, 2020
I’m a magician
pulling words out of a hat
not knowing if it’s going to be a brick
or a cat.
I pull religiously everyday
even Jesus would raise his brows
pulling strings
and threading them into bows.
One fateful day I put my whole hand in
rumbling, fumbling around
just empty air
not a single sound
Oh wait! There’s something!
Hard as stone but firm
It’s a bit of Lego—
I can use it to finish
building this poem!
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