Don’t write from your heart
write from the sockets
of your eyes
bore a hole
into the object
in front of you
be ruthless
lean in
what
do
you
see
tell me
what it looks like
would taste like
if you ate it
tell me
it is as green
as anything
but grass
if you are stuck
go deeper
get right inside
it will tell you
I am shiny
like a doll’s leg
I am green
as the blanket of weeds
thick and quiet
on top of the pond.