kitchen counter sitting
 

You've got to write every day
he said
odd intimacy of kitchen counter sitting
gotta lock yourself in that closet
write, even if you hate it
some days you'll make love to the reader
some days you'll masterbate
some days you can't even masterbate
legs swing free like a child's banging the dishwasher
talk of working and making it work
and hating the work hating your work being unsure
and seeing delusion in others and wondering of your own delusion
but writing anyway

So, here I am

:snap:




But you still can't spell masturbate

Heh, just goes to show you....I saw that you had posted and my reaction was "he never responds to my poetry, I wonder what he's up to..." ;)

Nice, CP! :snap:

Maybe she meant it that way. Being the Master of what you write...
:)

Or maybe she's a blushing flower that couldn't even dream of spelling it write. I mean, right.
;)

If you explain why "mastering your own equipment" isn't spelled similarly, I'll concede it. ;)

It's a big word to type with one hand

like the old joke about Cyber-Sex:

"What the heck does "fick me fick me, I want to sick yor dock" mean ?"


PS: Loved the poem!