Lately writing had been on or off
Like a faucet that doesn't know how to just drip
I wish it were a constant flow
Words one over another over another
But instead
It is either words
Spilling
Overflowing
Slipping down the drain before I can get them on the page
Or
It is off
Nothing garble that can barely build crumbled up letters and scattered presentation
But in the icy winter of this book
I ask for a slow
Constant
Drip
So it doesn't all freeze.
6/11/2015
Riley Welch
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