I WANT IT BEFORE IT’S READY TO BE HAD:

Late night in the kitchen, the fridge groans like an old
sailing ship, I type, I surf, hungry to hear, to make
something with a guitar. I’ve been playing around with
an idea for days, but it’s only an ‘idea’ of the thing
I’m hungry to hear & the idea-ness of it keeps getting
in the way before the process has had time to deliver
it’s surprise.
Have to let go, to let it walk through the door I never
noticed, on it’s own terms, in it’s own time, I’m hungry.

(K)