Someone, at a reading, asked me
“who do you write for?”
I avoided the obvious answer,
“You” since he was there lest
he say someone dragged him along
most unwillingly and my reading
confirmed his initial reluctance.
The honest answer is that I write
for those who might stumble
across my words, might see
them online browsing, or come
across them in a coffee shop
where I have salted away
copies of my book in just that hope.
But the more honest answer
is that I write for myself,
because I feel compelled
to do so, because I think that
I have something worth saying
that someone, somewhere just
might appreciate or need to hear.