creativity came in sort of
a mudslide tonight.
dull starts and stops at first…
i call on maya angelou’s miss calypso
to give the newly formed ideas a pulse and a rhythm…suddenly everything i need is all within my reach and the heat don’t bother me none, dropping the doubts and letting it happen…
Were those gunshots?
sometimes i can never tell, to busy burning my fingers with hot glue…
finally tuning out distractions and
discovering that it all came together on its own once i let go…
