Tonight I wonder
if I’m really here at all
For I have filed
months of paper,
manila-bound and labeled
into oblivion, slicing me
sideways and dry
And I reload the page
and I check the comments
and I scan the list
But there is nothing
to draw me in,
nowhere to place myself
So I hum an awkward tune
as I descend the stairs,
listen to my broken bells
and wonder when
anything will ever happen

– E Bacon
July 2, 2010