Great deals in fiction
As long as there’s real money
For its promotion
Great deals in fiction
As long as there’s real money
For its promotion
Social media
The first draft of mystery
Promoting nothing
Not super helpful
You telling me how to read
The book i just wrote
Our story opens
It’s about other people
But we’re in there too
Our story opens
You wrote this one in paris
And hemingway wept
Our story opens
You ask me if i wrote it
I ask if you did
My wife is annoyed
By the poems she sweeps up
Only to find more
Some stories i write
So later i can mistake
Them for memories
One honest sentence
To free minds trapped by darkness
Who didn’t look here
If this was longer
Perhaps a thoughtful essay
It might make more sense