brittany

another one of these poets who 

can't begin or continue,

who try to swim through the fire

of something they don't

yet

understand.

but I continue and I'm burning

and it's what's been 

chosen for me

as a way to 

divide the light from

the dark.

it's been pacing the floors,

2 bottles down with Stravinsky on high

or watching the spiders on the wall,

feeding only long enough

to survive

and then I wait,

think for a while and 

watch

as the words skitter across the page.

there is always something

not far

from behind that allows

me to continue,

and always a bottle waiting

for me to begin