Waking up early makes me important.
Now I must find something important

to say. The less I write the more that flows
when I sit down. No audience.

Always myself. Often, I find a line
on the wall and trace its path to the end.

A spider ambled across my desk last week
and like my cat I still expect it there.

The other day a centipede sprinted
into my pile of laundry on carpet

and I just haven’t worn clothes since.
Sometimes it’s better to wear no legs

when the alternative is too many.

(originally published in Studio One, Spring 2021)