I’m about to quit smoking, which is hard because I find breathing smoke to be quite exhilarating, and I’m going to miss it dearly.
For the first 28 days, though… I think I’m going to need a “hobby”.
I don’t really do hobbies.
If there is to be a war of words, I intend to win it.
& know that if you have no breath to draw with, I’m with you in spirit.
I’ll never be a spoken word poet.
My “rhythm”, too easily interrupted.
It falls apart; at times I fall with it.
It doesn’t matter what I said,
Only that you hear it.
‘I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.’ — William Congreve