Past Due
I am stuck
Have been calling it writer’s block
Incorrectly ignoring it
Like that stack of mail
Tilting precariously in the corner
It can certainly bankrupt me if left glued shut
Mundane molehill
Blocking the accomplishing of anything else
How many times have I started towards it
Picked it up and imagined tearing in
Then walked away
For fear of the price to be paid
So there it teeters
Gathering weight and momentum
As each day I add another layer of avoidance
Ignorance is not bliss
It holds havoc and wrecks my worth
Fuck the paper cuts and final payments!
FINAL NOTICE:
Your thoughtful addition in permanent marker cannot disguise the forgetting in the first instance…not then, not now.
It was not romantic or charming or silly to be reminded of our place…not then, not now.
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