a delicate blend

of alone
banging out notes
on a Yamaha
reading infinitely,
but nothing of substance
a mean of 12 minute
calls to someone i miss.
drinks for one
learning music
is like layering
when it's cold outside.

buying into a simple idea
of creative writing as
ruthless and unforgiving
but maybe i'm misunderstanding
my life here
as i doodle
"a tree grows in Indiana,
Hanover against the world"