writing after an unplanned nap
half awake like moving in Jello-O
(“J-E-LL-O means the Jell-O family”
floats into my head from before I was born)
eyes stinging, mouth dry, brain leaden and fuzzy
staring at the screen like the words
will write themselves if I wish hard enough
I cradle my jaw in my left hand
momentarily lost in a reverie
thinking that any second now I’m going to
delete this poem and start over again
like I always do
2 November 2013
Oak Street
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