Uninspired
Today I am a stick figure
Devoid of any bit of muster
To lift my hand, to brush my hair,
To shrug my face
Stretch open my eyes,
lift my lips into
an upward curve,
In case you stop by….I might pretend for you,
Try even…to forcibly utter more than a two syllable word
A word, to describe this colorless day,
a word, some word, other than the word coffee…..
that may, just remedy the blah
Writing generally picks at the scab, allows the air in
reminds me what it is itch, to bleed, to heal
not today, just not today……
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