It isn’t that I’ve meant to be
Persistent, but consistency
Resists through its momentum most
Of what could turn a streak to toast–
Assuming toast is something bad
And not that awesome snack you had
While battling procrastination
And the hollowed-out sensation
That your last idea’s gone
And left your brain with nothing on
Beyond a neon VACANC sign
(The final letter’s out on mine)–
E.g., this verse you’re reading now,
Which, through no fault of mine, somehow
Has kept my writing streak intact
Without my active input. Fact.