I call you, out of the blue,

expect you to drop everything,
to talk about my latest poem, my latest project,
my obsession with Mom and her cobalt blue.

I pause to enquire after you,
your significant others, your writing.
Then, I return to me because it’s all about me.

Today I’m feeling remorse.
I’m not this shallow, am I? I’m not this self-absorbed,
am I? Don’t answer that. You don’t,

because you’re so kind. I won’t
call again, until I know you’re OK,
until I know you’re OK and know we will talk

about your latest poem, about your
latest project. I mean, I want to know. I know it’s not
all about me. I’m sorry.

I’m 52; I’m still learning what it means
to be a writer. You know.


Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 | My Day 9
April 11, 2013

About Andrew Shattuck McBride

I am a writer, editor, writing coach, and consultant. I work in a variety of genres, including poetry, short stories, and creative non-fiction. I also have a couple of novels simmering on back burners. THANK YOU to Nan Macy of Village Books for taking this photo (June 2011).
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