man of few words
I was twenty four
and building a house
with my father
when I told him
that I was going to be a writer
he nodded casually
didn’t look up
from a board he was measuring
and said to me,
“I also used to think
about being a writer
but then I realized
I didn’t have anything
I really wanted to say.”
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