I can't write this. I
really can't manage the process
the point of it's gone there
isn't any reason to do this like
a horrible compulsion, a
tic, a touretting outburst
that's probably all it
is: just words, just these
things we don't even speak in
do we? The discourse is soggier
phrasings & grunts – do you hear?
Why bother to write in words at
all like living in houses with little gardens
it's all a fantasy
childish & stupid why
do I write this why
are you reading?