What I’d Write About

What I’d Write About

I stay up all night and write /then I sleep, get up and/start all over again.

I take a notebook and write when I go to the mall or/When I go to restaurants.

I listen to people and write what they say.

I write what people say when I talk on the phone.

I write what flows through my mind even though it’s junk and doesn’t make much sense.

I look at magazines and write the words I see.

I’d describe the granite table top i’m writing on, if I felt like it, then I’d describe the edges.

I’d write about the plastic bottles I took from the garbage can at the gas station yesterday and/The the crotch of that fat girl bent over/Cleansng her car of empty plastic bottles as I pulled in to get gas while she/Threw them into the can.