seeing other folks’ art
is always so cool
and makes me want to write too

but i feel like i either
have nothing specific to write about
or too much in my brain
ready to all come out in some sort of
cacophonous stew

[but the brilliance of this metaphor
is that stew still has discernible parts
that can be picked away from the whole,
so maybe i should just try

and maybe one vegetable
will grow
a garden of a play

someday]