the blank page mocks me
no words in sight
my muse still AWOL
nothing to write
I need a recharge
a plot device
“You need to learn how to write poetry baby.”
Ah, the return of the muse!
“Do I?” I refuse to look at him, just stare at the screen. “Don’t you have anything else to say?”
“You mean for you to write?” I can hear the smirk in his voice.
I sigh loudly to let him know I’m not happy about his absence.
We sit in silence …. for a while.
“So where have you been?” I finally give in and ask.
“I’m not sure I want to tell you,” he mumbles.
I finally look up, take in his black eye and split lip.
“What the hell Alex?” I demand with a scowl.
He starts to grin, winces instead. “The first rule of fight club is …”