I feel the pressure
the vibe
of the line arriving

when you hunch
over your journal
or keyboard

tense and scrunching
into the feel of it
this elixir this small birth

i get a line
and i twist away
in exquisite tension

back quickly
with more
hammered in

it's a
keyboard for me
this time

i bring myself
to one vibration
one level of tension

this presses
words out of my forearms
fingers are pistons on keys

legs clench
toes curl
a gulp of wine

**** this
is how
i write poetry

or it writes me
into time
and you