Writer’s Block

3:43 A.M.  A Dog Is Barking In The Downstairs Apartment

  Half Asleep

I Am Sure A Cat Is Meowing In My Bed

Startled Now, I Think It Must Be The Mouse

   I Get Up And Pee

         Surely

There Is Poetry In The

Flushing Of A Toilet 

Stephen

 He Is Hunting

   My Neck

Circling My Block

        Declaring Love

Like War

   With Tears

And Snotty Sobs

I Love You

  I Am Going To Kill You

I Miss You

    Bitch

 He Builds His Courage

Knocks On My Door

   While Standing On The Steps

So I Cannot See He Is There

What Did I Do Wrong

    I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry

  Why Are You Doing This To Me,

               Amanda?

What Is Your Name, Again

       Don’t You Know How Much

I Love You

Should’ve Known

He Pokes Me In The Chest

   To Hear Me Roar

                          “Lets Fight”

  To Our Last Breath:

Rip Each Others Eyes Out

Blind Ourselves With Fire

   Until We Are Speechless And Unaware

I Ignore His Lies

       And Look At The Picture

   He Is Painting!

   With My Hopeful Silence

Assuming It Is Trust

I Cut My Skin Off

                        Inch-By-Inch

  For Him

    To Tell Me I Am Good

            Enough

   I Am Going To Win

     Just This Once

I Won’t Lie In Bed And Think

Of All The Things I Should’ve Said

           A Day Late

                       A Little More Of This

A Little Less Of That

This Carving Knife

               Stabbed Into The Chopping

                              Block

                           My Dreams        Ignore Me

                     *

   So I Raise My Fist

To Everything I Will Never Have

   What Do I Need Anyway?

"I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst."