Frustration

By Jessica Carroll

 

He laughs and

shakes his fist,

curses, and then

kicks the typewriter

that he threw on the floor.

‘Writer,’ he thinks,

‘there’s no such thing as a

writer’ especially when

nothing comes of

sitting, staring,

at a blank piece of paper

that’s earning a permanent

bend from spending

many months

in that damned typewriter.