Ode to the Empty Google Document

By Katey Abbott
There we were again

Just you and I

Just the Empty Google Doc and me

The gateway through which ideas flow

But locked with iron
But when I am looking at you

And you are glaring back at me

With that solid white

That seems to only be there to

Taunt me
Until words come to me

Not perfect words

But the words that seem right.
No longer is it me

And the Empty Google Doc

It is a Doc filled with

Everything and Nothing
But I know that soon

It will be the

Empty Doc and me