Why I Am Not A Writer

I am not a writer because I hate
the sky at night because the S key
doesn't work because the other
writers are the writers with the
writings and with words about
the places that they've been,
to Kenya and Milan and I am not
a writer because of the fruit flies
in the kitchen and the branches of
the trees and the achy-headed
tiredness of the entire temporal
glowing world which keeps the mice
alive on fire in my mind,
quietly and steadily, distracting me
from thee, the fervent possibilities,
the motor of the sunlight of the
weather steady trees.

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