She saved my life
because of her
I write the poems i could not write...

Sometimes I write
the equivalent of typing into a trashcan
feeding my own wastebasket...

Sometimes I feel jealousy
perhaps we are all savages inside
I tell myself not to feel jealous...

Jealousy is destructive
it won't make me a better writer
or a better person...

Perhaps I can change my network name
I would change it
to humility/surrender...

But she saved my life
I have faith with the work
regardless of how many people read it...