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you make me want to write
you make me was to shut up and just write
you make me want to stop fucking around and
write what i can’t say with my
tired, used up voice.

you make me want to write
a stanza for the cotton you stuffed into my mouth.
a stanza for the tongue that sits, useless in my mouth.
a stanza for all the time i wasted using my mouth.
a stanza for the silence this brings.
you make me write.

one poem,
mute.