In Which -- Holy Balls, It's Fucking HOT.

there's too much sweat
running from my scalp
to my fingertips
in rivulets through my
fingerprints
to really write
anything
tonight.

In Which I Like Journaling, Whether It's About Anything Special or Not.

the drip and
slide
of black
wet ink
onto dry paper
across those sharp lines
(blue or black or any colour,
but straight from margin
to outer edge)
can give more peace,
more clarity
than prayer or
voices or
creation.