the blank page mocks me
no words in sight
my muse still AWOL
nothing to write

I need a recharge
creative infusion
a plot device
maybe confusion

“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 …”

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