Sometimes when I write
I feel like I’m speeding through a tunnel.
The air slicks back my hair
And the wind makes my eyes water
And for once these aren’t sad tears.
When I unzip myself
And step out onto the page
I feel eternal.

Sometimes when I write
My mind feels like a ball of yarn all tangled.
I can’t make out the words
But I know the right ones are there.

Suddenly the words are gone.
They’ve dried up on my tongue.
I can still taste the decay.
They jumped off the train before they
Passed through my fingertips.

My best friend is a writer too.
She reads lines of her poems to me
And I feel deflated.
Not even my words want to stay with me.