The view from here

The light shines on the cobwebs in the corner of my room and my body feels so still and secure in this place I worry I’ll grow real roots here, be tied to my bed and unable to move or grow or change.

There is a whole world outside my window and everything I am missing is flipping its middle finger in my face while I wile away the hours writing and feel like I’m running in place, out of breath and getting nowhere.

I linger so long on my first third line that my bones creak and settle as I sink deeper into the mattress and tell myself ‘you can’t do this’ as I always do, even when my fingers are moving to form the words.


This was written for Tri-Writing with Maya Stein, 3 lines for 21 days.

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