My writer’s block is a block
Wooden and small enough to focus on.
Six sides meant to teach someone somewhere something
Somehow.
So, inspiration?
Frustration.
Damn.
Okay.
Okay. On one side, the red letter A for
An anthem? Answers? A guide? To?
A blue Q on the other side, for
Questions?
“Ask questions and—”
And?
Stare intensely and intensity might spark out
Right? Center on the bold colors on the
Pure and light and simple wood and
Hold it in your hand and
Are you ready?
No?

Of course you’re not.

Come out at 2 a.m., slightly buzzed
On a left-over loose-leaf notebook
Saturday night, bizarre
With one roommate dozing and
One light on

Turn the sharp corner
But it’s—
No
Forget it

Stop thinking. Just
Scribble, jot, don’t stop to dot or cross
Look away from the block

You’re not ready
So go