She is a red M&M bleaching out in a sidewalk puddle,
steps taken over and around candy-coat color.
I screen my calls for gunshot victims.
They whisper secrets followed by last-known addresses
of the estranged.
I write each of their lasts on a yellow post-it
and press them onto the inside of my closet doors,
then close them.
Love LOVE LOVE!!!!
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Where do you get your inspiration? Do you have all these words, floating around in your head, when you wake up? Or do you have to sit down and think? Honestly, it seems to me that this stuff just comes to you...Your writings read as raw as the emotions they exude. Keep writing, Jac. Keep writing...
ReplyDeleteSometimes it comes to me and sits in my head, waiting to be written down. Most of the time, I'll feel a general mood and then sit down and it happens on the page, without any forethought. Sometimes it's inspired by office supplies, just the way the pen/pencil/whatever feels on the paper or how my handwriting looks at the time. I know you always like new pens, or at least used to. But yea, it's varied but mostly uncontrolled.
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