it can't be so hard
writing a short story
getting ants off my ginger, onions, cereal
making enough money to live,
filming smoke against a wall in the dark,
drawing
fending off greed,
keeping my room clean,
making a feature length film,
moving to a new place
watching every movie
how many little pieces
do I have to shave off
or tack on everyday
how many white wines
twisted vines
around our gate
brown movie scenes
stop signs
laundry days
water breaks
i've always been my body first
but plenty of people can
forget dinner, finish a mixtape
keep tired eyes from closing
during the movie
not I
staring down the barrel
of an empty wine bottle of
an endlessly balanced life
is there a sacrifice
I can make
burn some myrhh and adderall
let it float up and rain down
single-mindedness
i can't even put
my finger on it
on the past