I sit here behind my desk every day
Armed with my weapons of choice —
Pencil or pen, eyeglasses, eraser.
I attack grammar errors with so much hate
Silence engulfs me
and I bask in the momentary noise my pencil makes
Tip of the pencil hits the paper
The sound like a woman’s heels on pavement
Every landing makes a mark
Every mark, every revision
All done with conviction.