I’m dogged
Having learned
You only fail if you quit
Pull the pebbles from my
Shoe and keep going
So here I am
And I view this
As with my writing
That it’s something I can develop
As a craft
Like chords on a piano
Clumsy at first
I’ve played melodies
Before but you
You’re symphonic
And sometimes I’ll play bass
Here for the silences
Themselves parts of the whole
The ten second kisses
And the way I’ll listen to you
Without waiting for my turn
To speak
I’m the rough parts
Burnished by pressures
Within and without
But how my hands tremble
When I think
Moments and minutes
Hours
Memories
Private jokes
All of it
Fucking all of it.
MB Blissett 