“My Biggest Challenge Today Was…”

Carving out a note from days ago, you have surpassed
Alan Watts, remained silent, resisted
making an album of your childhood without control, even
resisted making a child, for would you really want them famous? I’m guessing
we’re on a lane that no one finds (lack of jams). We never wanted middle names
or thought. The girl up the street was sat on the naughty step,
Dylan said. And he kept shouting! And look what happened: there
she found Hegel—she never came down again—as Dylan believed
believing in argument could win. What are you touching? Stop picturing
other artists and your old work now—the love of your life—drawn in
by the right amount of bricks for the professor. Feel that? Just over the
line: it was unintentional and snap, we are back when you’ve gone too
far it leaves you shaking, you think. But it’s not: your slap again. So hold yourself here
and release—writhe and moan. Don’t you dare walk up the stairs.