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