You should write something.
You’ve been quiet for a while now
and you could be using your art
to process your experiences
and think about what’s happened
and what hasn’t
and what you could do
to move things from one category
to the other.

You used to compose like the wind
(if the wind
would produce words
with great frequency
and ease).
You used to weave weirdness
out of anxiety
and shame
and pain
and puns were used but sparingly.

You used your life
as bricks to build something new.
You used to live
for times like these.
You should write about what happened.

You should do something productive
even now.