all you recorded
was the tally
of times
you woke up in the morning
and managed
to heave your full
weight to the floor
without any
insubordination—
or really
even questioning it—
you'd already
have written
a towering epic
more impressive in scope
and fidelity
than Homer's,
more fantastic
and lofty and bizarre
than Cervantes',
and certainly
several dozen,
if not hundreds
of pages longer
than the number of days
even Jesus
could afford.
