Writing poetry is like peeling off sunburned skin:
you tease off the biggest patch you can find
yeah, there! where the itch drove you out of your mind
then next where the skin gets thinner, and clings
what comes off starts shredding, and won't say a thing.
You peel what you can and scrub off the rest
(the thinner the skinner the obscurer it gets)
your poem is what's still burned into your chest