you type.
your fingers hit the keys in mostly the right order.
you thankful for sponsors, thank them.
for ideas, for supporters, for credit,
you pay tribute to varying bodies.
you relate a small bit of something.
this sparklike hunch that gave you what you're about to give.
an anecdote about coffee or typewriters, collections,
sequels, publications, or day jobs ending.
without really saying it, you remind us of who
we both are.
together at different moments in the same time of our life.
talking in a prologue.
live there.
everyday the beginning of your life's work.
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