Patty Says

patty says
when you’re stuck
just write about butts:

could be any butts
googly-eyed butts
butts with mashed potatoes dripping down
gold-gilt butts
butts with firm buttockses attached to the butts
lofty with butts, a babel of butts

just a few sentences
about butts
to get unstuck

patty waves
her o.k. corral mug
at our google meet link
like a conductor’s baton
hair sprays her forehead, punk-skunk-goblin-green
eyes as earnest as mischief can make them

butts! she says
that’s my advice!
write more butts! dwell on butts!
BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS!

(by the way)
(not her first butt-talk of the day)
(she lives with artist agony, dispenses wisdom daily)
(knows how to chivvy our heads from our…)

ok, patty, i say
I’ll write about butts
I’m stuck in the muck of revision
and everything I touch bores me
I’m snoring, I’m angry, I can’t progress
past a snail’s pace, and

anyway.

you don’t bore me
you’re like an orgy
i just can’t look away