some days it feels like i’ll never write again
that prickly sensation on the left side of my skull
keep wondering if i can break into another mind
it hasn’t been easy, i have to offer something up
every time
and i’ll do it gladly
even after self-reflection in the trick mirror i’ve created with my own ears and eyes
i am never asking for advice
and if you actually know what i need,
it’s a way out of this tongue
through a pulsating body
