Poetry - (untitled)

[kaiberie]

R--U--OK?

Yeah--Yeah

I txt back

before adding another dozen lines to my

essay. There's a scrap of paper beside me

I'm scrawling lines of a poem that are singing

to me, from the cheap seats, insidious, in my head.

As an afterthought, I realize, I need to tell him something else.

So, I send another

I--haven't--slept--4--days

Frenzied, exhilarated, deeply

Comments

[elementalmuse]

*swipes it for S & Q*, grins and runs away.

The essay has turned taffy is a great line, btw.