my eyes bleed red

by Amy Turn Sharp


I will read the shampoo bottle ten times.
The back of the flax seed oil bottle until I can recite it like a soliloquy.
I have been spending all my spare time reading this weekend.
Not writing but reading. Not waving but drowning.
need need need
Some Stevie Smith. Some Gary Snyder.
Some Pirsig. Some Faulkner.
Some blogs that make me weak and fevered.
Some blogs that make me think hard.
Some blogs that excite me for the promise of text.
My eyes bleed red and I collapse into my bed.
Spent. Wasted on words.
God I love it.