I tried to a make-up
something for a
poem

a love I never had,
a moment I never
experience, a time
that never existed

over and over
I try to do it
but I know it’s
all deceit

why can’t I say it?
my head is squarely
on head but my hands
seem to belong to any
other person

I have been challenged

write one line

and there,
I did it

but we both know that’s not enough

the sun is begging me
the grass is begging me
the bugs, and the fan,
and my diet coke next to
me is begging me too

write!
they say

pah,
that’s easy for you to say

but then I look down into their eyes
and then back down at my screen

I am still writing
but for the time
I refuse to accept my
work