I finally wrote a book today
You know,
the one
I keep
thinking about
But am
afraid to talk about
For fear I’ll
jinx it
The same one
people
Keep telling
me I should write
I’ve started
plenty
Each with a
different slant
Probably sounding
like little more
Than a pitiful
version of something
My momentary
favorite author would pen
But now, it’s
done
No more to
haunt me
Nagging for
time and affection
I finally wrote
a book today
Or, at
least, thought about it
Again
