A writer with a block, searching
For any sense of inspiration, a shopping list
What can I extract from the “lettuce or spinach” line?
“oatmeal (regular)”
maybe the “fruit” or “honey” can lead me into some
perfect form of semantic beauty but it all feels so
Stilted, forced
Like a smile stretched too long, too thin
After too many hours of trying to talk
Someone in to something
They just don’t want to do
To make the sale
It’s about politeness, really
The smiles, the nods
Yes, of course, you say,
Wishing to be any place other than here
or there,

But see it’s already,


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