Sit down to write poetry
Or edit a story.
Inhale breathe of hers
Absorb Ray Ban filtered sunray.
I’m worried this itchy anxiety will leave me,
As I leave the pen uncapped-
Floating upon paper’s surface tension.
Boil off thought.
Creating something bottomless
Within a two-dimensional, tree by-product;
Separates me from
Drowning in my B memories.