more than a few shattered bulbs
for the muse with the bloodied face
and broken nose.
at the end of the rope
i am merry, masochistically, asking him
"spare an original thought?"
and he can
but as soon as he agrees to let me use it
it evaporates
so i go back to punching holes through the drawing board.
why am i so middling at this oh my GOOOODDDDD hope you're all well
