bursting,
unasked heart
sit staring,
searching women
again and again
you’re somebody else
you patiently roar,
something else
girlfriend,
boyfriend,
anybody,
you’re ready
to sleep over,
do it like a rocket
suicide sun inside,
burning itself
doing it
in you
no way,
never
[This is an erasure poem, the source text was Charles Bukowski's "So You Want To Be A Writer?" As is typical of an erasure poem, I did not re-arrange the sequential order of any words, only omitted the intervening words to create new phrases. Thanks SaraEve for the prompt!]
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