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 brain even though most of the time 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.

Or, I’d write about the plastic bottles I took from the garbage can that day and the crotch of that fat girl getting rid of all those plastic bottles inside her car while I was waiting to get gas and she was bent over throwing them into the can.