I can’t think of what to write
And I’m pressuring myself to write.
To think of a topic to write about so I will keep my streak.
But I don’t know what to write so I’m writing about writing
And now of course
The words flow like a river
Through my brain into my fingers
Furiously typing to get a poem out.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
The opponent is on the other end of the room, staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up, so they can substitute me out, for a worker that gets joy out of the little things, who never missed a beat and