Blank page anxiety

Hesitation marks — no.

Index — no

For beginnings of things im not ready to begin or — no.

How do I start to — no

Dear — no.

I am crushed by the weight of a blank page - no.

I’m crushed by the weight of a once blank page.

Once perfect.

Once a space where anything could begin. Right where it should, at page 1.

Before I ruined it — no.

Before I carefully extract it from the folios of less than perfect, not page 1, pages. Crumpling it into a tight ball and disposing of it along with any hope for a perfect page 1.

Or maybe it can stay here. An imperfect page 1, and a fine enough place to just, start.