Beautifully shaped little statues,
Sculptures made of graphite, ink or print
Are like a piano cascading notes.
Letters come to life by your hand
Melt as soon as they are born
Die engraved onto white surfaces.
Gracefully caresses your mind.
Can drive a dagger deep into your heart.
Neatly lined up in tiny rows
Can trap, seduce you,
Can be the crown’s thorns
Hurting and bruising you.
There are millions of them,
So tell me:
Why do I always struggle to find the right