Capstone Project
Losing the ability to write
Sweating
Nauseated
Staring at the ground
(leaves circling endlessly)
He sees the lady with no teeth who sits by the subway
The one who gives him all his ideas
The one who speaks to herself
Full conversations
He has his pen and pad
Ready to scribble down
Every nonsensical word, and make something sensible, something great
Like he always had
But she is silent, staring ahead.
The big clock chimes on campus
He’ll be late
He kneels down beside her and asks
If she needs food
A drink
Some cigarettes?
You don’t seem the same, he says
She smiles at him
A big toothless grin
You’re a piece of shit
.
Stink Eye Magazine 