The right name

From a dream. My muses are cousins.

He's just sitting there. Reading. 

Well is he concentrating? 

Yeah. 

Then we shouldn't bother him. 

I can hear you, y'know. 

You see, a poet struggles so much to find the right words

They may stare at a box and call it a box a thousand different times

And then they call it exactly for what it is. 

A box of a thousand different names, squared in cardboard, that's also a thing to hold stuff, a thing to move

Until AHA 

It clicks. 

And that's when I woke up. Forgetting the right name for a box.