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part i
when you are a writer
you never know when
you'll be called to act:

in your car...
at a busy restaurant...
alone on the train...

so you stuff notebooks
everywhere (in case of
emergency)

and scribble furiously
whenever the muses
so require

but then some days
there are no words;
only sights and sounds

and thoughts so
quick that by the time
you grab for paper

there is nothing to say

part ii
today, driving, the
universe came to me
at a red light

and disappeared with
a green. i turned,
despite myself,


overwhelmed
by blank pages