Fall 2010

In short,
it read:
Naked,
like a tree in winter,
against the sky
- Wait.

Note to Self #2: Start. Finish.

So, down the drain goes desire —
Everything crushed within seconds,
or sucked into that colossal
black hole of a question.
This too began with a thought —
planned with purpose.
What's the point?

Note to Self #1: Do. Or do not. There is no try.

"So, do you write?"
asked the visiting professor,
from across the room.

I wanted to say,
"I want to, but I can't."
But I couldn't.