Em T. Wytte

Who sits sober at the bar
And types a soul with
Steadfast work
While others drink and dread
Tomorrow’s work?

Whose characters first breathe
As the song starts
As the band begins?
Who breathes with them?
Breaks with them? Cries
With them?

What malformed mind twists and twines
The everyday every day
In fey wordplay?

And, hey –
Who’s reading this
anyway?

 


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