If all the pencils and pens
in the world disappeared
I would write your name
in the ashes on the hearth.
If all the paper burned
into smoke and computers
went suddenly dark,
I would scribble it in the bath
in the suds of my oily skin.
If the damp sands washed away
with the tide, leaving the beach alone,
I would go to the floor of my basement,
on all fours, and draw it in the dust.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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