Begin with a thought even if it’s a lie or emerged from a morning dream
Think not of anything but the scratch of lead against paper
Are you one of those whose fingers do not know the feel of a pencil
or the echo in an empty room free of all inspired distraction
Go ahead or run behind but hover always in the moment
for it takes just half a breath before it’s already too late
What have you done with all those memories
abandoned behind a bedroom door when you made your last move
Turn down your light or you’ll alarm the wild life
You’ll need them if you ever want to get out of here.
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cheating on the exam
lying in confession
posing naked for money
engaging in casual sex
losing the contest
ingesting illicit substances
stealing some stranger’s truck
driving while impaired
wailing out Styx and Boston songs
impersonating a famous poet
pretending everything’s alright
which one of you is untrue?