Just remember to write, tuck the face, face the soul
Until the foul
Like the million splintered tiny silver angels that floated on that morning when everything changed.
Receive the vision so you may heal the tribe
Write the stories only if you feel the vibe
But don’t outsource your soul
An Elephant Man
so stay down in the trench and come up just once when night appears
or the day the sun has decided to make you his ally.
*this poem was originally published in the Outlaw Poetry Network