Writer’s Block with Cough Suppressant

 

The belly-up stink bug
on my desk reeks
of cilantro.

Little traces of sassafras
crumble over
the carpet leaving this

murder mystery
for my nose
to sniff out.

Not a trace of natural gas 
even though the world 
contains more orange.

Last night in my dreams,
the closet moved
on its own.

Tiny elephants rolled
purple cylinders
around the living room.

Spiders beamed their
eye shine from the
edge of the TV antenna.

The trio of voices in my chest
decided to wheeze
in harmony,

Your superpower is
writing in
cursive.