when i write poetry, i am stumbling blind and i do not know where my mark is going to land,
whether my next step will lead me off a cliff and to the churning water below, or through the gates of -
what? what is there, exactly?
my bullet should land somewhere, but my aim is terrible and it probably is just going to ricochet and puncture a hole in my heart.
there's monsters in the dark with much more dangerous weapons than i have.
i suppose it says a lot that i compare writing