the only thing that ever excited me
a woman asked me
the other day why
i write poetry
i told her because
it is the only thing
that ever excited
me
other than the
possibility of
murder for
a living
she laughed like
i was joking
when i informed
her that at eighteen
i realized it was
either scribbling
in a notebook
or serial killer,
she started to
realize this was
a can of worms
that never should
have been opened
