This piece was originally published in the 2015 Soundings literary and visual arts journal.
Creative? Are you kidding me?
The most creative thing I do in a day is curl my hair a different… [ ]
Direction? I have not direction –
I don’t even usually use a hairbrush, can’t you tell?
I spend that hair-brushing time brushing my teeth and going to he… I mean, class.
I spend my nights doing my studies and my days going to class
I don’t have time to wipe my a… umm…
Anyway, I don’t have time for that silly hairbrush,
God Bless – have you seen this mess?!
And I certainly don’t have time to create something quality.
I mean, God took SEVEN days to create, and
according to Pico,
we humans are the best thing God, the all-knowing “Rock” could come up with!
Don’t get me wrong, but I think God could have created something better than an English Major who writes second best
to an Engineer (talk about the Myers-Briggs INTJ),
and can’t even find the existential link between Spiderman and Keirkegaard.
Why do I still not know how
(‘i’ before ‘e’, except after ‘c’.
What a selfish letter, ‘I’!
I think I remember Princess Mia talking about the letter ‘I’…
what was her conclusion?
Maybe that’s the problem.
Perhaps I spend all my time creating for myself – or trying to.
I create for recognition: create for a product (not the multiplied kind, Sir Engineer), a
grade, a glance from a boy
– perhaps I should set my sights on a man – a job, but never
The last time I created selflessly, it was for someone else’s joy:
and it was… glorious.
Not the 3.1415, limit-does-not-exist, fail-your-next-exam, determine-the-sine-wave-
period Pi, but P.I.E.
Pie. I made a pie.
I celebrated the simple joy of sharing and smiling. And sharing a smile –
literally, the slice we shared was smile-shaped!
Perhaps I was wrong, earlier.
(Yes, get off on that admission of past wrong,
Mr. I-Am-The-Best, Math Guy! You and Pico should talk.)
I was wrong
(note the weak be-verb to emphasize my error!)
Perhaps God created, in one brief day, his paradoxical human creation
to be the greatest and the least
depending on their own individual
(What a thesis that would make if creative analysis was allowed!)
take us different directions.
Direction? Synonymous with “Way!”
“Way” rhymes with “day!”
That’s the word I was missing! Thank you, Lord!
Now, I think it’s time for this mop-top to
through something greater than hairbrush!
Perhaps a Rock will do.