Bottle caps and first drafts plague my mid-day
naps and I always have to start over
When I read the previous night’s Lethargic
Love notes written with drunken ambition.
What am I missing? Crossed out lines about
past crimes that can’t quite say a damn thing
the right way without saying everything.
Maybe it just doesn’t really matter?
I need something good to end this on, but
This probably is not the start. Is it?