if I were a writer
I would do something
write about something that mattered
people who did
 
if I were a writer I would gather my thoughts
& try and present them to someone
who could feel it
 
and I am
 
for now my shoes are off again and my feet
are crossed down low
incense burns in its regular window
I think of the people in my life
who have caused me pain
things
 
I am passing through.
You know?
I've been many things and I believe I will be again
the world will pull down its curtains
I remember
hurting so badly and I had no one
 
I know what it's like to move among the dead
of heart and soul
completely
I know what it's like to die in different ways
Tonight I sit in my chair
like I have before
splattered light from a tree limb doesn't escape me
Tonight I write.