what of it

I don't want to write about the way I raise my daughters
or about driving
or about the way my legs ache after a dream about running
I don't want to write about too many drinks
or not enough money
I don't want to write about longing
or the lack of it
I don't want to write about dinero
or the slack of it
I want to write about the lick of it
about the stick of it
about the fe fi fo fum dick of it
it's the shtick of it
that keeps me here
drowning in my chow mein
crying in my beer