I like to write in pencil.
I must never show my mistakes.
Everything must be perfect.
But I can’t erase my fat belly.
Just Tipp-ex it with a t-shirt.
It isn’t ready for publishing.
You can’t judge the book if the book has no cover.
And no words.
When I speak nothing my words can’t be wrong.
Silence is almost perfect.
And so is my haircut.
Under my hat.