Weeks of pdf scoured gratis
scored in half and bent-cornered
in a handbag. Divided
between printouts and payouts.
Stapled manuscripts liberate speech
into playtime. Don’t say lol
or omg in a cashed-up epistle.
These skills wield a mightier pen
rattle out tenses and dangle
carrots over better pages.
Free up a cramped paragraph
sear it strobe-lit into a reading mind.
Harbour every word, it bleeds out
open up my wrists and begin to cough
when the last red slice pumps dry.
Exsanguinated pen rests white
and trembling at the final stop.
Anna Ryan-Punch is a Melbourne poet and reviewer. Her previous publications include poetry in Westerly, The Age, Quadrant, Overland, Island and Wet Ink. She also blogs at annaryanpunch.blogspot.com.