In the late days of long wars.
We wanted to mend, so kept company with our mothers’ ghosts. Our yesterdays were wounded and came to us until every bed was full.
O muse. Your song was bleeding out.
We brought cloths and went to you. We wrapped you tight and held against the flow. It entered then.
We are still, holding.
So I am now getting down to it. Ready. Here I go. Wait –– okay, now.
What are you doing?
Writing.
Why?
Well, that’s how you do it.
What are you writing?
I don’t know yet.
So why are you opening a notebook?
It’s called showing up.
For what?
I’ll know when it happens.
What’s happening now?
We’ll see.
It doesn’t look like much. Is that a grocery list?
That’s for later. This is for now.
That also looks like a grocery list.
I make lists.
Of?
Ideas. Verbs. Names of plants. Names of mythological figures.
For?
For when it happens.
Oh, aren’t we grand? The happening: Live, ladies and gentlemen, right here!
Look, I’m trying to do a thing here. Can you. . . go somewhere else?
You put in the order. Now I’m here.
Not for you, though. I can’t think.
What are you thinking?
I don’t know yet.
Hey did you see those images by that guy in the UK who does all the hilarious taxidermy memes? Look, look! You should check this out.
I really––– Oh, that is funny.
Told you.
Okay, now back to work.
KK, let’s go. What are we doing? Wait, is THAT what you’re doing?
It’s not done yet. It’s just a list.
That looks pretty lame; are you sure you wanna go with that? How long have you been doing this?
Listen, can you just––
Do we have any snacks?
