Utter Novelese

By: - Mar 10, 2022

Utter Novelese

As if she is going to snap, she sheds her party dress

To write fiction in her underclothes;

To unwit the phantom that keeps her from speaking,

A fix to feel rational and less plain.

Her mirror stares back as she trembles in the middle of her sentence.


She wants to read about herself

But she has yet to hear from her secrets, the intuitive ones.

It is a sickness and a punishment to not master the self.

She makes wagers in earnest as to what thoughts

might be present beyond her edged rituals of self-containment.


Go on. You might like what you create, Perhaps

(Your pseudonym can be Perhaps)

If you do it simply. You worship

Others’ lines of dialogue for those funny feelings

That poise you to be under the influence

Of enlightenment and entertainment.