What I Hope to be the Break of a Writer's Block, Or, My Taste in Girls and A Hygeine Confession

Exercises Shmexercises
all they do is exacerbate the blank
drawn on everything else.
So I'll steal from Ani Difranco
about things being grey
(but in the sense you can write about),
and pulpy receipts in pockets
much like Alanis' hand.
Which, I wish was in my pocket
while I hailed the taxi cab.
Just saying.

Because at least they have
break-ups, beaches, or bums
to write about, not to mention
the angsty, off-color,
haven't showered three days
sex appeal.
I just have a notebook
at the breakfast bar in the kitchen,
unshowered for three days
but only because I haven't thought about it
and not a choice I made.