not grappling for words so much these days
there seems to be
nothing
no insane image to bear
to wring out the distance
until we are left
with nothing
not the dull sound of the empty aluminum can
or the ache of a dull heart
i am not the thing that causes the twinge
between
your
anything
only the thing you only want to not do
the thing she always does
any longer
even this
doesn't wake
the words
that might

no

upon consequence
and excellence

you

don't make me feel like writing

anything