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| 1 | --- | ||
| 2 | title: A real writer | ||
| 3 | genre: verse | ||
| 4 | |||
| 5 | id: real-writer | ||
| 6 | toc: "A real writer" | ||
| 7 | |||
| 8 | project: | ||
| 9 | title: Autocento of the breakfast table | ||
| 10 | class: autocento | ||
| 11 | ... | ||
| 12 | |||
| 13 | | Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer. | ||
| 14 | | [I don't smoke][]. I don't wake up early but I don't sleep | ||
| 15 | | all day either. I find myself increasingly interested | ||
| 16 | | in dumb luck. Chance: I've found two dimes in as many | ||
| 17 | | days. Does this mean I've found twenty lucky pennies? | ||
| 18 | | I want you to participate. You the reader. You, | ||
| 19 | | the probabilistic god of my dreams. I've been having | ||
| 20 | | [strange dreams][] lately. I don't remember them but | ||
| 21 | | they leave impressions. A bare foot. A tunnel | ||
| 22 | | of hair from her face to mine. A boat stranded | ||
| 23 | | in a living-room. Something warm. Something like the sun | ||
| 24 | | through my eyelids. [A hand, with all its dead symbology][]. | ||
| 25 | | [My teeth have fallen out][]. No, you pulled them out | ||
| 26 | | with your hands, threw them over your left shoulder | ||
| 27 | | [like salt][], to wish away bad luck. I have something | ||
| 28 | | to tell you: bad luck follows like a dog. It lets you | ||
| 29 | | get ahead for a few days, a week, a year. You'll see, | ||
| 30 | | it'll bite your sleeping face when you're not looking. | ||
| 31 | | I've been dreaming about the future, I know. In my dream | ||
| 32 | | I am not a writer, [I live in a place with rain][]. You | ||
| 33 | | are sunning yourself as you read this, on a beach or | ||
| 34 | | maybe a desert. Let me move in with you. I can cook | ||
| 35 | | [or clean][] or take care of your dog while you're out. | ||
| 36 | | I'll never have to write again. [I'll watch television][]. | ||
| 37 | | Do I want to become a writer? Tell me. Should I smoke? | ||
| 38 | | I can sleep all day in your attic if you want, become | ||
| 39 | | [your god][], lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed | ||
| 40 | | like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but [furniture][]. | ||
| 41 | |||
| 42 | [I don't smoke]: cereal.html | ||
| 43 | [strange dreams]: in-bed.html | ||
| 44 | [A hand, with all its dead symbology]: roughgloves.html | ||
| 45 | [My teeth have fallen out]: no-nothing.html | ||
| 46 | [like salt]: i-am.html | ||
| 47 | [I live in a place with rain]: riptide_memory.html | ||
| 48 | [or clean]: when-im-sorry-i.html | ||
| 49 | [I'll watch television]: about-the-author.html | ||
| 50 | [your god]: love-as-god.html | ||
| 51 | [furniture]: leaf.html | ||