Why I Write, part x+225: To Disappear

I can write anything I want.

I can write anything I want.

Some will praise it, take the excuse

To explain the advanced poetics I employed.

Some will lament it, wax sympathetic as they

Point to distant, biographical pains behind.

Some will point to it as a Freudian excuse

For any rout, reverse, or regret from my past.

Some will point to it and say, “nonsense.”

This will happen any time I write,

No matter what I write.

This will happen every time I write.

This is what happens when anyone writes,

Because everyone who reads is a writer,

and if everyone is a writer,

Then there are no writers at all,

and all we can read is our own minds,

With fair-to-middling comprehension skills,

But hardly a hint of understanding.

I can write anything I want,

Any time I want

To disappear into your mind.

Enjoy!