she texts me twice
about the new Brand New album,
so I give it a listen,
because I have been writing so long
in laptop screen and my eyes are itchy.
not as hard as they used to be,
she says, and so I Spotify,
and close my eyes,
giving the beer and vodka
a straw for concourse.
she texts me again,
asking if I can talk for a minute,
and I say I can, in a few,
but I am just trying
to finishing editing a few more pages.
the next book needs
to be out soon,
after all I am a stupid creator,
but I miss her
and it has been so long.
so I listen to the tunes
and try to get through
all these pages,
and feel people do not know
that writing is work.
strumming with a heavy wrist,
want to give her a liquor kiss
and then eject soon,
surrender, but not lose her face
in a crowd of courage.