i will be a writer
and you will take my words
and drink in them me
spread them on your toast
with jam and open your mouth
bite chew swallow.

but i am like the fleeting leaf
fleeting flurry fighting with the wind
for value for weight
the right to be on the ground
and tread upon.

in leaves are veins
in me too they flow
with bloody water
and i want to see them
see them working
know how they make it move
the water all through me
all steady
no waves.

i will be a writer
when this is read.