We Are Not Able To Limit Ourselves
My muse types thoughtlessly and aimlessly; I have named her Trixie.
So if she gets too outrageous, steps over two lines so to speak,
I have someone to blame.
Damn that Trixie!
Trixie got carried away again.
Trixie forgot to take her lithium.
Sometimes I look at a line and think “Not that!” and I do not do it.
But more often I think “why not? Let’s see what happens?”
I have an impossible time trying to discipline myself.
Myself is wild and free, a pony without a bridle.
Myself is a young willow tree, flirting with the wind.
Myself is not easily tempered or tampered.
Between Trixie and myself, anything can be thrown onto a page.
Um, maybe not that, I think as something truly outrageous appears.
Shut up! Trixie says. It will stand; I will fight you to the death to let it stand.
Between Trixie and me, she always wins.
Neither one of us is good at limiting us.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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