The Business Of Inspiration (Muse #2)
It's all in the spasm. My mobile
vibrates like a bumble.
You texted at four
in the morning. Yawn. What were you
up to, at that hour? You want
a quick fix, a bolt of blood
to the head. You think I'm
made of ink? I like to lie here
pinching my fingers around a cup of Orange Pekoe
at this point, my pillows
puffed up like adders. I'm a muse.
I don't do mornings before
I've dived in and out of a dream
or three. Call you back.