find
a pencil sharpener.
i think about texting someone
i used to be
related to by
the institution of marriage,
to see
if she remembers
where any pencil sharpeners
could be.
but
i don't.
not that she would respond
anyway.
instead i find a knife
in the kitchen drawer and start
whittling
down the long yellow
post of
wood and lead.
i finally get it to a near point.
which is good enough.
i set it back
into the little basket on the
desk.
i'm ready for when i need it.
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