Jun 12 2009
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untitled late night poem
how is that every time i start to write with an intent to write
i start to
word
by
word
forget.
i will type, i will write on yellowed notebook page
i will scrawl into the very earth
but no matter where i write it will stop
hiccups
one word a minute
i would fail as a secretary.
the only stories i finish
are haikus
written in condensation on my bathroom mirror
they fade away leaving no words
but there are finger smudges in the morning
i know they were there
but i can no longer tell
what the poem says.
