I write because I
woke up this morning. I had
my coffee and finally stopped
yawning.

I write because I have
a lot to say. I want to put it
down before I lose the sound of
the words reverberating in my ear.

I write because my hands
are as filled as my heart. And they
want to reach out to everyone, the ****
the lawyer, the nun.

I write because
I must. It’s no different than
taking a breath. I’ll write and write
until my death.