You come home to a table,
A glass of whiskey,
And the windiness of poems
Blowing through your body.

You light your room
With a small musical star
Plucked from the measly
Heavens of the heart.

You cannot tame one good word
As you travel the forest
Of wild graces,
And after a whole night

Of blank white pages,
All you have is an upset stomach,
A pounding head,
A dizzying allergy to light.

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Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.

Photo credit: Kae Sable