I am an interloper who eavesdrops
on her own dreams. Could be called
repeating myself, could be
that I plagiarize my own
muses. Could be time
to take this industry beyond
these interior walls. Who owns
the rest will follow.
muses
Estuary (Day 2,569)
Art is like a sponge. No,
that’s not it. If
it were, then the ocean
would protect muses
till they were ready. Then,
discipline would float
more than it does.