Joan Magiet

you were with me that morning in my taupe suite
at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, over divine smoked salmon
we sat face to face, yours on the cover of "Passing for Normal"
inspiration flowed from your eyes, we looked alike
reading glasses decorating our noses, closed-mouthed smiles
bonded sisters questing immortality through the written word
I scraped special moments from my sealed jar of experiences
spread bittersweet over paper like jam on my toast
I fought to preserve the creative process
to drip words like syrup from my pen
to shake grains of insight and humor onto paper as you do
but like that pat of butter on my plate
I couldn't make it last, I ran out of words
like gamblers run out of luck
I did stash some bills to ease an attack of writer's block
remember when chips meant crunchy, salty snacks
hard six, please


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