Adrift

Once the
blog
exists the
obsession
rises and
sits
in the
pit
of the
gut,
the
seduction
of
production,
words
for the
sake
of it
as though
someone is
waiting
out there,
over there,
ANYWHERE,
daring
to think
someone
cares
but
forswear
the
notion –
you
are a
writer,
alone
on an
ocean
of words
born on
sleeker
hulls
than
yours