all around, “photo cheat sheet printout”
“your guide to song writing in five easy steps”

I hoard potential on pieces of paper
keep it close
like to touch them

but there are too many to hold in
my sometimes piano playing fingers

I feel, unreasonably,
when just one scribbled scrap
ends up under couch or thrown

but I wear hobbies like fast fashion
all ideas at once

with too much noise to hear
and only ever visiting