Start. Crumple. Fidget in chair.

Start. Crumple. Twist of hair.

Now I know what to say!

No, I don’t. Lean away.

Start again. I’m in a daze.

How do I count the ways?

Crumple. I’m dead.

Roses are red.

Crumple. Sigh.

Struggle. Why?

Why must writing be so hard?

Maybe I’ll just buy a card.