“What if I never write again?”
Yikes.

I’ve been thinking that sentence over and over.

For days.

Weeks.

Months?
I’ve been wondering, what if?

“What if I never write again?”
“What if I never write again?”
“What if I never write again?”

So now I’ve written it
again and again

“What if I never write again?”
“What if I never write again?”

Now that it is on the page like some sort of paradox-creating
anti-manifestation,
I hope I can stop wondering it.

Now that I know
it’s
not
true,
I hope I can stop wondering it.