Monday, November 28, 2022

Writing

I don't feel like writing today. 

My boss is up my nose, up my armpit.

I don't want to write, I want to walk.

I want to go to the Post Office to send 

a letter to a friend.

I want to dream, dance, drink juice.

I want to lay down for a moment.

I don't think I have anything to say.

This, this is the time when you absolutely must write.

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