No more poems
I have no more poems.
Really, I’m out.
Why don’t you believe me?
You’re making skeptical sounds.
Is there something I’m missing?
Did you find one of the old ones?
Do you think I could write more?
I honestly can’t.
I’m worn out and tired.
There are books that are calling.
Stop raising your eyebrow!
Do you see any poems?
I didn’t think so.
Stop making those sounds!
You’re nodding slowly and going ‘Uh huh.’
Seriously, I’m in a slump.
Poems don’t just appear out of thin air.
I don’t write them without thinking about it.
Who does that?