why must you pester me?
running your fingers through my hair
and whispering in my ears
any and all times I am without pen and paper:
closing eyes to sleep,
in the car or in the shower
are these best and brightest ideas a secret shared
just between the two of us?
the reason you draw back and let me
fly solo
every time I set myself before the screen,
any time I say "this looks interesting"
and click on a contest
such as now, you vain thing
not even letting me write about you,
sure I can't do you justice
well. . .
you're right.
(a little help
would be nice)
Bronze trophy winner
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