Bibliophilia

(sitting watching wind blow

sipping mint tea

thinking...)

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it is no easy thing

to write entity into Being

no one told me about the responsibility

of birthing vicarious

fictive characters

I mean, 

do you really want that character hanging around,

laughing through your dreams

standing next to you in the shower

watching you make love

whispering in your ear

snuggling down beside you
as you watch t.v.

humming along with you to the song on the radio?

well do you?

even the ones you kill off

don't really ever go away

they linger in the part of your brain

that conceived them in the first place

the part that labored

all of those long, sweating hours

to deliver them safely to the outstretched arms of the blank page

all of my characters are me

I do not know how

just that they are

yes, i am the hero
and the lover and the saint and the villain

and the nemesis and the witch and the maid

and the crone and the Father

and the fallen leaves that she watches

as they swirl over the ground at her feet