The first page
is always hardest
to fill.
A looming horde
of possibilities
permutations
muses
like bruisers
each with their hand
on your shoulder
sure you’ll write something
about them
and it’ll be The One—
the Pulitzer winner,
the Hugo
or Tony
or Oscar
while you sweat
and reach for your mug,
just trying to put ink
on that first page.
