I had to develop the knack to write
anywhere
with my neighbor’s bass
pulsing within my
walls
veins
head
and at the coffee shop
where lovers whisper so low
yet cruelly quarreling about
last night
I have dodged words in the shower
even though they only wish
to rhyme
the waves
of my
electric toothbrush
or in the car
why must it always be in the car?
No, officer, I don’t know how fast I was
going
but I do know what rhymes with Korzeniowski
and there aren’t enough seatbelts for all of my exes
still crammed in the backseat
It’s not a speedy or sporty psyche
But you’d be amazed at the room
and the elbows wedged in crevices
and the tongues that fit
in ears
whispering
perjured promises
that someone’s really listening
Yes, I have the ability to write
even while I
read
Now if only
I could write well
Rich, L. E. (2005, November 4). Anywhere. Leigh Rich Freelance: five2seven.