A New Muse

Dear Lord

Let me be anything but bored or in love
I've been comfortably cursed
Almost blessed to sleep
But now I want to know what I don't know and what she sleeps in

I need a new muse
If she sings for me I'll sing for you

Dear Lord

Let me be anything but a boy or in love
It's a double-edged word
Both sides will cut you clean
I too often forget if I'm in or out of it

I bleed the most
I turn my blood into poetry
That's why I need to know what she sounds like when she sings

My neck hurts from holding my head up straight for so long
My feet hurt from standing in one place for so long

Dear Lord

Let me be anything but loved or in love