I will write a poem,
because my lips are cracked,
and drool pools on my bed.
I will write a poem,
because my back blips signals,
blasting emails to my brain,
because yeah, it hurts.
I want to write a poem,
because people blink
too much when I talk,
and I feel my prose
maintains my moxy more
than my throat.
I should write a poem.
Surely, if I don’t, surely
no one will remember
that I’d spoke.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
I will write a poem,
because my lips are cracked,
and drool pools on my bed.
I will write a poem,
because my back blips signals,
blasting emails to my brain,
because yeah, it hurts.
I want to write a poem,
because people blink
too much when I talk,
and I feel my prose
maintains my moxy more
than my throat.
I should write a poem.
Surely, if I don’t, surely
no one will remember
that I’d spoke.
