Writer’s Block

Somedays there is only effort. Joy, a far-off memory.

 

Writer’s Block

 

The kid in you sits
at the kitchen table
somewhere.
In front of you
good-for-you words
cool into a graying
morass. No leaving
before the plate is clean.
Already you taste
the mossiness
without lifting your fork.

 

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