he set about to kill me
in my early 30’s
by teaching me
how to drink
Wild Turkey in the morning
while chanting the three rules of writing
write what you know
write like you have no mother
there are no other rules
while i preeshated it at the time
he always wanted me to be less me
how adorable
so
i’m adding a few rules
write like you have no god
write like you have nothing to lose
write like you have never been to the sea
i smile an older smile and shake my head
warm in the knowledge
most writers behave like shitty teenage girls
and we shouldn’t take ourselves
so fucking seriously