encore

i don’t seem to have too much creativity left
like a hollowed out violin with skin on it
there’s promise but it’s deranged
i understand that it’s just different
pouring out of one thing into another
changes both
but none of these instruments will forgive me
for mis-pitched screams
(i am lucky to have a friend like that)

i see someone in the back of the audience clapping

and that’s who i was supposed to be…
a long, long time ago