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To be a writer

Means to have yet another excuse for bad behavior.

It means that when I sit next to you and I am wrestling the
smoke from your cigarette like a bear I want to believe
we'll end up on the floor in gritty film rolls and beer cans
and start to choke.

Because I remember how the whiskey made her eyes
shine and her her hair a swimming pool. When she took
me aside and said

"You two are going to destroy each other," with a little
Parisian smile. Expecting one day to read great mythology
that we made with bread knives we stuck in each other's
eyes.

So one day I felt like being more clever than
romantic and I caught you by the shoulder

And I said,
"You know, we're going to destroy each other."

You didn't laugh but I saw you wanted to because
your mouth was like a tepid hurricane and your hands
were reaching out the window to throw a tree at me.

And you said,
"No, darling, I don't have time for that."

It was spring and all that was in your hands
was rabbit water and flowers.

You know what it means.

It means I will tell you my dog was a Russian cosmonaut.
If I fuck someone they become my new editor. I get jealous
when a husband kills some other wife's seven children.

It means that sometimes I remember what you
once said to me.

It's quiet here at the edge of the room. I'm
learning we're not all meant for tragedy, at least
not all at once.

I want to sit here working when the next luckless
paramour busts down my door

And push her away.

Description
To be a writer

Means to have yet another excuse for bad behavior.

It means that when I sit next to you and I am wrestling the
smoke from your cigarette like a bear I want to believe
we'll end up on the floor in gritty film rolls and beer cans
and start to choke.

Because I remember how the whiskey made her eyes
shine and her her hair a swimming pool. When she took
me aside and said

"You two are going to destroy each other," with a little
Parisian smile. Expecting one day to read great mythology
that we made with bread knives we stuck in each other's
eyes.

So one day I felt like being more clever than
romantic and I caught you by the shoulder

And I said,
"You know, we're going to destroy each other."

You didn't laugh but I saw you wanted to because
your mouth was like a tepid hurricane and your hands
were reaching out the window to throw a tree at me.

And you said,
"No, darling, I don't have time for that."

It was spring and all that was in your hands
was rabbit water and flowers.

You know what it means.

It means I will tell you my dog was a Russian cosmonaut.
If I fuck someone they become my new editor. I get jealous
when a husband kills some other wife's seven children.

It means that sometimes I remember what you
once said to me.

It's quiet here at the edge of the room. I'm
learning we're not all meant for tragedy, at least
not all at once.

I want to sit here working when the next luckless
paramour busts down my door

And push her away.