2020-03-31T01:32:33-07:00February 18th, 2014|Creativity|

Leftover productivity

My muse carries a machete
hacking a path
through chores and doubt
and all I have to do is follow her
like a shadow

but this is different
this energy

like a fleet of mice
roosting in my head
sending me memos

I remember it from the last time
I had a baby
a leftover productivity
after the elbows and kidneys were done

I explain it to a friend
it’s like my muse had a litter

she nods
but I can tell
she wishes
I would sit down

my eyelids
don’t listen either
insisting on closing
just before dawn
and damming the flow
of all the projects
still wanting to be born.

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