Writer’s Block

Photo by Pedro Araújo on Unsplash

I keep waiting for truffles to
tumble out; perfect decadence from a pen
to graze your mind
and instead: doubt

stale sequences squeeze their way
between the lines as your brain’s narrator
a slithering sine, an up-and-down elevator
of thoughts, signs of homeostasis

but I want for you an oasis of fire:
I want you to be ablaze
for my tritest words to spark
electricity, for a phrase
to hitch your breath
and steal it away for microseconds

what happens instead
is your eyeballs hopskip letters laden with lead, heavy
you read slowly and continue to
inhale and exhale