The Muse’s gun is pointed at my face.
This gangland terminology again!
Shouldn’t we case the joint first? —WRITE she says.
The page stays blank under my crapped-out pen.
—Try something else, like starting with a verb
at the top of each line, she says, her breath
metallic on my shoulder. —I need bourbon,
I say. The muzzle presses on my neck.
To fence, to fink, to finish? What the hell
do I know from Chicago Lightning? —WRITE.
All right, I’ll write. —And while you’re at it, tell
about the one they shot—in black and white
and in a single take. The drop without
the payoff—what this poem is about.
© 2011 Katherine Williams
This sonnet compares workshop anxiety to the film noir movie Gun Crazy. “Termite Art” is a term coined by artist and critic Manny Farber that has come to be associated with film noir. “Chicago Lightning” is slang for arson.