There is a roughness
I abhor
that is in me
as if my muse
could kick
your muse's ***
I divert
from darkness
poetic eh

held here
I invoke
all my distractions
exhale
check my phone
put my glass
down
pick it back up

and then I
get a text
reprise i say
I'm certain I know
what that means
and works here
shut my mouth

and she flirts
this is in situ
during the excavation
by a dog digging
and she listens
to my tune
could I be
found