Daydreams

I want to be a writer.
I keep thinking
That
If I just hold my pen
A certain way
It
Will change the
Shape of my words

To me they sound peaceful
And flowing
But
If I am not
Holding my pen just so,
Maybe you hear something different.

Something
Scratchy
And
Pale
Like
Last week’s newspaper
Crackling in the fire

My grip tightens
And I write faster all the while
Wondering—do you hear
What I hear
When you see
These words?

Maybe if I place my fingers a little farther back on the pen and hold on just a little looser.

Does it get quieter for you too?