for Dawn Kamerling
Sometimes it comes like water from a hose;
I try to keep up, but my fingers ache.
Sometimes it’s like an empty suit of clothes,
And all I write is surface and feels fake.
But something always comes—and even what
Reads false—just like third season Captain Kirk—
Can ring true if I edit it and cut
Deeper than skin—which is where my real work
Begins, the work that typists never do.
Because the first draft’s always therapy,
The second is where I must make it true
For people who lack my pathology.
And if I’m blessed, that work will make them hear
What inspiration whispered in my ear.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells