Bloccando

He can’t – won’t – write
not because he’s empty
but because he’s too full.

He’s afraid a drop
will become a cascade,
afraid of the liquid’s hue,
of its make up.

What will it leave stained?
Worse, what will it wash clean?
What bones will it leave
gleaming white and ugly,
Obvious to all eyes?

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