THIS METAPHOR IS NOT LIKE
AN AFTER DINNER MINT

I always thought of it
more as a flower blooming, or
fruit ripening, or
perhaps as giving birth.  At
the very least, it was like harvesting
a crop. But Sandy says that

when I have to write a poem
it always seems to her
more like I need to take
a shit real bad.

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