Poetry writing is maybe akin to demonic possession

“They put up a rope of fine red silk -”
Delete it.
“On the fine rope -”
Oh no. This is bad.
“But I cannot dance”
This is too easy.
“At least it doesn’t choke me anymore -”
Too dramatic.

All I have to do is jump – jump into the void – and hope this will be
Graceful enough
For them to stare.