Where has my writing gone?
It has gone the way of an anthill
Stepped on by a little kid
All that remains is a little smudge of sand
And 1,000 homeless ants
Where has my writing gone?
It has gone the way of my mother’s
Attempts to get fit
My father’s attempts to quit TV
And the number of times I told myself
I fucked up
Where has my writing gone?
It dripped from your eyes the night
I admitted I was scared
And you said you were too
It drips from my eyes
As I write this now
Where has my writing gone?
It was gone every time
I said a prayer to busy
Started a timer
Made a list
Where has my writing gone?
It was gone every time
I told myself I was telling you the truth
Even though I knew you don’t understand
The way I do.
Where has my writing gone?
Today I reached into the sink
To unclog the drain
And felt something too soft
Thinking it might be a piece of chicken fat
Leftover from lunch
I curled my hands around it
And swallowed a shudder
A mouse drowned
By dirty dishwater
Where has my writing gone?
It has gone the way of the chicken wings I ate for lunch
Never meant to fly very far
All that remains is bones.