maybe you will help me write
help me eat so i can write
buy this book
a ticket to my show
something in the tip jar

i have seen that my early writer dreams
are true
that i can write poems and songs, stories
that people remember
are thankful for
make use of

i’ve been hooked
by just the idea
without even knowing
if i’m asleep

i write

i do things to help me write

i edit
test them
and give them away

have you seen all the paper airplanes
flying out the window
of my place
of my eyes
of my notebooks
of my throat, guitar and organ
of my favorite cafés
and breakfast bars?

this is what i live for

this is how i see the wind

everything else
even the food i eat
feels like