Words Prance Out of My Brain At 3 Am
I see words prancing out of my brain at three a.m.
I try to get them to stop, but they laugh in a maniacal way,
Choosing to wake me up,
Sometimes keeping me tired all day
While I walk through my job
In a zombie-like state
Hoping the boss will not notice.
Luckily, she has a new baby. I am the least of her worries.
At four o'clock I begin to panic. I have promised myself
to write ten poems a day, and I have written none.
Not a poem.
Not a phrase.
Not a saying.
Not a sentence.
Not a word.
Not a letter.
I stare at a blank page, seeing an insurmountable task.
Seeing my own failure.
That is what I see
For about six seconds,
Then Trixie, my muse grabs a pen and begins
To write.
I watch, amazed, as she fills up page after page,
without any help from me.
Later I can read about half of it.
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