then try letting it rest.
Then I write
about the rest of it.
then try and sleep
when I don't write
I don't sleep-right
when the words want out
about the wrong way to go about it
to hold it together
to pull it all apart again
to keep some things I want with me
and the words will take it all away
when it's all I have left.
Someone else wrote
the world is what you make of it
and the writing of words
has now become my world.
a meaning, to me
I don’t know
what that is going to mean, for me.
Here's the thing about-writing-about-writing:
"...It's hard to threaten an alcoholic that you will leave them,
how do you threaten someone who wakes up with a hangover everyday, that you're going to make them feel bad." -Sage Francis
(and it occurs to me now, it's also kind of like when a social worker tries to figure out what their own problems are)