i release in a different way from the usual

i release the fact that i often do not walk my talk
or even walk my thought

i release freely and without a hint of self-punch the fact that I have never 
taken up the torch
or taken off all the clothes 
required to do this thing called writing seriously
not even enough torch-taking or clothes-peeling
to have maintained a decent blog or whatever they're called now
perhaps you have an equivalent 
in your life
one, two, three, open hands, let go

i release conversely
and perversely 
the fact that i am letting myself be hugged tight by the Muse
until I'm all done writing this
instead of preparing supper at the proper time
as a truly good mother and competent human would

and finally i breezily - i said breezily - release all self-judgement 
related to enjoying songs like this in the afternoon
come on you know the kind
oh, you do
i know you do.