From The Immediate and No Sooner, published in 2021.
Tanka 159
2/28/20
The pencil roots out
failed graphed math functions once more.
The hand sweeps aside
scatters of erasure crumbs
from the cleared ground. Dig again.
Tanka 160
2/28/20
Why bother? Who needs
the front door decorated
with a plastic wreath
serving up the tired fragments
of a lukewarm welcome home?
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I accumulate thise erasure crumbs with everything it seems. A great way to describe them. (K)
Thank you. I was always a vigorous user of the pencil eraser, too much so, to where I would make holes in my papers, Many crumbs. Many.
#160 seems so cynical – no homecoming should be lukewarm!
Not everyone has a nice family or a warm loving home, in all kinds of houses. Not cynical, just another reality, in my experience.