Perhaps she’ll be still present
When you dive into your own
Just as A said
Just as KK said
Just as your Muses said.
Now then you had a hard week
A chain of therapies behind you
And you feel like hit by a ton
Your legs are bandaged with lead
And who injected into your knees
There’s hardly any joy
Yet the best of all therapies is
Love. Try self-love.
What else is there to do for you?
For you wish to call on your Muse
To aid you in your magic garden
Where you lose yourself in the
Tangles of your drawings
Like a tortoise in an abandoned
Green plastic netting.