Diving knuckles first into a jar
of generic peanut butter with a spoon,
I call it dinner,
and I am spent.
Every last dollar of emotion has been paid
into a week of writing, creating, believing
that pennies of words might turn to gold.
For a moment, I started to fall for a new beau
and he played the role of temporary muse,
because that is what I know.
But he was as broken as I once was,
a distraction, attraction, and a way to feel
Yet I am determined,
this time story telling
I will collect.