I stalk my friends from a distance
Are they writing? Painting? Thriving?
I close my eyes and picture them storming the stage
Grabbing the world by the balls
They say, "Where are you girl? Where have you been?"
I'm the one with round cheeks and pudgy fingers
Pressed against the dirty window
Watching in silence--a ghost--a visitor
A smear of chocolate the only proof the glass can offer
Have they dusted off their blogs?
Or forgotten them as I have?
Questions question in a heartbeat
Answers far more obscure
And I feel it again
The old envy and frustration
I should be writing, painting, storming too
Toss back my head
Open up my mouth
And let the shit come screaming out
Let it shoot rays of light into the sky
Let the buried thoughts take shape
Bear fruit, become real
Before my eyes cloud my mind
Before my fingers gnarl and knot
While Alice still hunts the rabbit...