A Hesitant Spasm

do I hesitate so

each day each
I have words

just pen them down,
woman -thats what I say
or hear myself say

it isn’t rocket science
no bombs
to difuse;

it’s not like
having sex
for the first time

or turning left
at the busiest

no need for the
the herky, jerky
stop and start

it just feels like
forcing my way through
to the front of a bustling

each time I
write a new


I’ve never been
one for crowds


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