Writing Wet

Written by Sara Valentine | @saranvalentine

Leave the dogs on their leashes at home 

There is no hunt Today 

Creation is not violence like you are used to 

and 

Writing is the worm wrapped tight around 

(wringing out) your Stone Fruit heart 

It will work its way through the meat of who you are and it will be

unpleasant 

Until it finally settles somewhere deep, just below the pit at your core

a missed step, a crack in the sidewalk, a dropped stomach is

uncomfortable 

your job now is to simply 

Live with it 

To let life coat you in its 

Thick lacquer 

Lazy and loving as the muscle 

Licks the pearl clean 

The salt on your cheeks will turn to sugar 

If you do it right.