le mot juste
© 2008 michele may


i don't even drink coffee

well, here i am
at the coffeehouse

it's raining outside
instead of snowing like
it's supposed to

i feel like shit
and i don't know what to write

where's the vibe
i need to incite me
to write?

how can i be a
goddamned writer
if i never ever write?

i'm going to erase this now.