sitting in the corner with my thumb in my mouth my right foot tied behind my back and my toe nailed to the wall across the room and thinking this hurts maybe i should move.
When you've been writing for a long time,
you begin
to edit
your apple juice.
Should I pour it
to the top so I'm forced to drink the whole thing--
making sure
I get
the right
amount of Vitamin C I need for the day.
Or-- should I pour it half-way
so I don't waste anything
if I decide
not to drink
the whole thing.
But then I say, Wait--
Just pour it and let it go as it may.
Just pour
and pour
and pour
until you feel you want to stop.
So I pour
glimpglimpglimp --right there.
I'll stop here
because maybe my body
knows subconsciously
exactly how much apple juice
I need today.
Now, I sit down
to drink my apple juice
but it's not the same--
because somebody
has edited
my Apple Juice.