Taking Notes

i'm taking notes

on how to manage

my creativity.

write against the backdrops

of what limits me.

so I'll trade in

my baby crayons

for a mechanical pencil...

sketch out my cries

through a passion stencil.

outlined enough

to confine tangent sighs...

I will ritually douse the fire in my eyes

to systematically cry

flow charts of lies...

a shadow of what was mine.

and I will melt into retreat

as intermittent puddles form at my feet...

I'm moving to another's beat.

stuck between prayer sheets

looking for layered heat --

stacking my wishes

against the dirt...

eating off hospital dishes...

licking tile

for a spec of worth...

I'm mopping your floor

with a bucket of my tears --

Will you track mud?

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