I hate sweeping floors and mise en place
and to do for people, things
I know they can do themselves.
That is why, I create lists upon lists
of the chores I hate,
knowing that I will find solace
only in a few moments
of unguarded poetry.
But then, one day
my father told me
my poems were no longer poetic
and my words, no longer enough.
So I decided that day,
I’d stop writing
if writing was to be a chore. (more…)