|John Singer Sargent (via Magpie Tales)|
begins my least favorite conversations
like all we have left are memories
of a history no longer being written.
this is impotence to a writer.
there comes a point they stop waiting
for the next & tire of hearing
of the last----
stories don't write themselves
& blaming the muse
is like telling your lover you lack
the energy, your hair is wet or----
any other convenient excuse
'but you don't understand...'
no really, i do,
pass the rolls please,
i can butter my own.
written for Magpie Tales