What Was I Doing?
A poem about distraction
By Edward AndersonPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
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Directives are given, time to work.
Instead the baby cries
Suckering me into playing with him
Today is a day when he needs the attention
Restart tomorrow, work can wait
Actually, tomorrow isn't good either
Characters won't talk
To me. They need something more
Interest, they need me to care about what they're doing
On the other hand, the news is on
No need to work, it's Friday.
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Edward Anderson
Edward has written hundreds of acclaimed true crime articles and has won numerous awards for his short stories.
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