I have lots going on inside my mind right now. Come Friday night, I will finally have the opportunity to be a full-time writer. It’s sort of a good feeling and sort of a scary one, too. Different parts of me are attempting to communicate. I probably have to have some sort of dialogue with each of those parts to determine a path. Maybe something somewhat overly imagined – like this poem – and then toned down a tad or not. Maybe I’ll begin with a short story from this poem. I think a short story can be like 1000 words or so.
As You Wish
She told me
she told him
~ you can’t stand the sound of my voice?
You think imma communicate with you by passing notes?
Or maybe you just don’t wanna communicate
If you can’t stand the sound of my voice
you won’t hear it
cuz I’m not about
to recite any love poems ~
and then we ordered
more coffee and chocolate croissants