sitting close to mediocre
i'm waiting for something
waiting
like i've always waited
except something is different now
something i can't define with words
just yet
i'm new to this
and at the same time
practiced
it could really go anywhere from here
she makes sense
i make sense
this all makes sense
right now
my body
on the eve of bleeding
reminds me that there are some things
that we can count on to show up
so much i don't know
so much that's not in me to ask
just yet
my creativity
is like a train track with a few detours
with no maps
and no signs
gotta have something feeding me
from somewhere
my belly is getting rounder
with my indecisiveness
she begs for discipline
something
she says
needs to come about
of this
but then there's another part of me sayin'
don't stop doing what you're doing baby
keep on movin'
keep doing what your doing...
