the world is full of writers | poem

poetry

I have met more writers

and readers

in flea-riddled hostels

dry mouth and limb exhausted, types

sleepless adventurers with beat up shoes

types, who move after dark on the night buses

types with sweat stains under the armpits.

greasy hair and blazing eyes, types

I’ve met writers who look

like this

out there in the wild

more than when at a book club

any seminar

writer group

literary event full of

oh darling types.

funny that.