Everyone asked her, "When will you write a book,
can't you write a book, you write so much, why not write a book?"
and she was confused because she'd written 10,000 books already,
unedited,
first and only drafts,
each one different from the last,
sent them from her fingertips to
the keyboard
through the cord in the wall
into the sky
to the satellite thing in the sky
where her words and stick figures bounced
back down to any welcoming phone and pair of eyes
or open heart,
willingly and freely without even charging shipping.
she flung her arms wide and said,
"Here World - Here are my books!
I made them really short for those of you with ADHD
and/or busy schedules
because I love you!"