Writer’s Admonishment

Trailing scandal like a scarf,
She’s lost you neatly in the crowd.
And that was the easy part.

Today, people ask you for your signature.
Last night, you autographed her collarbone.

You should really be careful with your ink
And where it goes.
You don’t want to start any new chapters now –
Chimeras that bloom in your head
Between sleeping and waking,
And the parted curtains of her yellow hair.

You can put your mind to better use,
Than attempting to wrap it around her;
Your arms too;
Your tongue;
Your life.

The trouble with an ending is knowing
That you could have written it better.
If only someone up there would notice,
And ask for a goddamn draft.