I don’t know who I was when
In relation
To who I am now
Whoever it was
Whatever their manners be
I know for certain
They never stopped writing
Because
No matter how hard I try
I can’t stop writing
It’s my mistress
Sure she’s reliable
Reliably psychotic
It’s like trying **** for the first on a dingy in a maelstrom
I’m guessing there
Either way, it’s just a compulsion I can’t stray from
Like her
The storms muse