Writer's Block
What happened to the time
When words poured out of me
Like liquid nitrogen,
Cracking open my ribs
Peeling away the petals of my heart
To unearth a diamond
At its core--
Releasing
An explosion of galaxies
And made-up stars,
Fictional constellations
And playtime fire that burned brighter than a midday sun--
Brighter than its rays reflected
On our 1997 Chevy windshields
While sweat dripped down our backs,
And the daytime moon
Seemed like it would taste
Like a cold glass of water
With a lemony tang,
Coursing through our veins
Like summer streams
Among boiling blood;
Stirring up the heat,
Stirring up the passion
Of an infinity of tiny words
Like bee stings
Bubbling to the surface.
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