write

taking a second
to place words
together
like water
in a sink
that drains too slow.
waiting for them
to overflow
and leave the bathroom
a mess.
keeping me on the floor,
writing
writing.
w r i t i n g .
massaging the kinks
out of my neck.
providing the strength
to roll out of bed
and make a fresh cup of
tea.
allowing me to look
my ex lovers
in the face
and barely
remember their names.
i do this for you,
for the pen,
for the paper.
for my mind.
writing.