I Cannot Write in Bed

I cannot write in bed.
I write at a messy desk.
It’s like my mind,
Covered in bills and files.
Impending doom,
Things I’d rather not deal with, but
I know I’ll have to soon.

I don’t pull over,
Jot down an idea or a line.
Instead I leave it alone
Let it grow,
Trouble me,
Ongoing complaint,
Beautiful wrinkle in the sameness.
RWR