I Have Been Told

I have been told

I have been told that my mind is tangled web

I know the only way to get them out of my head is to

“Write it down”, they said.

So and in each word

Is a little part of me.

Every dream,

Every thought.

And in every revision,

Is a part of my own composition.

The scribbles in a notebook.

The tapping of the keyboard.

The crumbled up balls of loss-leaf paper, scattered across the floor

This is me

My territory

As a creator of prose,

As a master of revision

This is my true dominion

I have been, told.

And that is not fiction.