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.