Everyone’s writing but me;
they eat with laptops open on restaurant tables,
occupy all the park benches,
cranking out something –
maybe letters to the editor?
I don’t know.
What I do know is it’s my commitment to write
and I have to admit it hasn’t been easy because
when it comes to writing
my life always becomes busy…
I realize that girl over there who can eat dinner and type simultaneously
is making me look bad –
my laptop sleeps in my backpack,
and here I am writing short poems on ruled paper
because forty-five minutes just doesn’t
seem time worth booting it up.
What kind of writer am I?