Apr
26
the right verb
i can’t write a novel,
for you i’d write maybe a short story
which would turn into a page.
and then i’d get bored and forcy.
of my simple language and my slanted curves and lines.
the words couldn’t come to me.
so i’d stop and try another verb.
and regret later that i didn’t finish it.
and then lose it in a book of sheets.
and a definition of a word that i could no longer repeat.
or remember.
i’d ramble about what i thought it meant.
and shake my head what i thought was straight
which colombus proved later, was a curve.
like what i had written on that page.
when i couldn’t pick the right verb.
