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To all my friends who ask about the book

I don’t want to say it

Because when you say things out loud

Then people know what you’re up to

Which is terrifyingly awkward

When they don’t give you the reaction you’d

Hoped for

 

That’s the problem with hope

And expectation

They always leave your stomach gurgling

With embarrassment,

Grit and grime left on your teeth

After you choke on reality

And belly your illusions once again

 

So I’ll whisper what it is I’m doing

With my eyes

The way I bite my lip

The incessant brush of fingers through my hair

When you ask me ‘how I’m doing’

And what I’ve been up to lately

 

Can’t you see

Right here

Right now?

This

Is my answer.

 

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Stay tuned

Cheers, readers.

 

One thought on “To all my friends who ask about the book”

  1. Super f’ing awesome exciting wonderful ness….whatever the unnamed and completely pressure-free fruit of your efforts may turn out to be:)

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