Write Brained

I am my highest points,

The dedication to pick up the pen

Fifteen hundred times.

I am my rockless bottoms,

The friends I should have stood by,

The things I should have done.

I am the thankful condensation

In the handfuls of cold air I breathe

and I am the visceral joy that wells up

In my darkest fantasies.

I am the facts I remember

Off the top of my head.

I am the scent that seeps

Out of my shoes.

I am write brained,

The poet to be named later.