I am an eraser.

The sheet is nearly white

but something still nags at me.

It's a smear of graphite.

I think it might be you or something you said.

I am an eraser.

I rewrite and recast

so nothing can haunt the future of my fabulous past.

My baby done told me,

I have been informed,

that nothing would hurt me if I had never been born.

I am an eraser.

My mind is a blank.

I wish i could recall the one I should thank.