what are you doing
The second I sit my fingers begin clicking the keys
What are you doing, I ask, if you please.
None of your business my muse says, typing away.
Another poem or two, cranked out, on this weird ass Thursday.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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