I haven’t been writing very much here in this tumblr and I think it is a symptom of something larger going on in my work. I feel very restrained. I feel like there is some big wall that I am afraid to write around, so I stay on one side, writing about being bored on Mars and Dolley Madison and lambs eating shepherds. I start writing something and it feels too personal or it feels too something and I run away. ”What does the speaker of this poem want?” someone said tonight in workshop. I was stumped.