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2020-10-26T12:43:32-04:00October 23rd, 2020|Creativity|

Living with writers

I wonder how my daughter manages
living with three writers,

her dad’s eyes glazing over
as he watches a scene in his novel
play out in the air
between them,

or her brother
who is writing
his own novel about dragons,
interrupting everyone
as he constantly yells
for synonym advice
from the top floor,

or me,
does she see how hard
I try to allow our moments
to be vast and unruly
for as long as I can
before my mind
tugs at them,
sliding them
into the final shapes
of words.

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