Without a Novel to Write
I am a shadow of myself
2 min readApr 14, 2022
It is a summer day — way too hot
to stay in the house.
The trail where I get my muse is closed
and my imagination is parched by the sun.
And so I wait in a long line
holding a non-existent number,
expecting to collect a prize —
but the lady says I’m not eligible.