For Matt Bright
This is how it was:
work
exhaustion,
leaving
my brain
strained
like a cup
of stewed tea,
and I’m sitting amongst friends
and Bright words dazzle wit around me:
and I can see shock ideas sparking from mind to mind,
and I can see the air bright as each temple burns,
as I fight
to raise
my words
beyond
the dull.
It’s like
trying
to make
espresso
using
dust.
That was me, tonight:
dull, someone kept saying.
She was right.