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Who Do You Write For?

Why do you write? And who are you writing for? Those are the questions posed in Day 4 of the poetry online class I’m taking.

Weirdly, I had already been thinking about this a lot this week.

When I write my morning poems, this practice I’ve drifted away from, I don’t have to think about the why and who it’s for–when I’m actively doing it, those answers are so clear to me.

I write for you, stranger,
who I picture as a version of me
sitting in a cafe
reading and that click
of connection

Mostly, I write for me
for the moment at the end of the day
when I am tired, and morning is
long past and I think,
Did I write a poem this morning?
I write for that pink flush of joy
when the answer is Yes.

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