trying to write something good

trying to light that spark

that special sauce

I think to myself that this must have been the feeling they had that caused the Big Mac to be created

I’ve waited and waited to write for too long

Not realizing the sparks been hiding under my fingers

15 or more tries to write this prompt

Two survived this war that has been going on

Between me and my inner critic

I get up and see a sweater I wanna wear

I put it on

My housemates are still in the bathroom

And so I’m dancing around my room

Is this poetry?

Maybe it was before I called it that.

Well maybe everything can be

Even when we’re lazy, as long as we notice