As a writer, it has become harder to find
Inspiration, listening in the coffee shops.
Our muses have disappeared
Or been demoted
Or perhaps had their tongues
“He was like, you know, it felt like, and it was interesting too, but (mumble) and dadadadada, but if we want to have children, but just like, more discussion of, I don’t know, it was all very interesting, and good, you know, and yeah. Yeah. We just do whatever. It’s not like we have to (mumble) and (mumble), but it’s like we start walking in a direction and, but – you know what I mean? And he and I had that same discussion today, you know. And it’s good. And we talked about if people think, you know, it’s – (mumble) – and I said they, you know, ask me the same thing. But there’s definitely a question, interest, but I couldn’t tell, because, I, like, didn’t want to push, or if he wasn’t, you know, but then he, you know what I’m saying? I couldn’t read – but I couldn’t tell. If I was – I don’t have a sense of where and how, so that part was like – you know. Huh. So… I kind of wanted to, like, put it out there, and then let someone else do that, and that’s lovely, you know, that’s cool, but ultimately that’s what you’re waiting for, but that’s how it works, right? Guys just sitting around not pursuing, just because of whatever, you know what I mean, like it’s been a year, so they said, I mean, you know, it’s been a year and some change since, like, you know, just do what you want, but they were married for eleven. So, you know.”*
This is what we’re working with.
It’s a wonder anything gets written at all.
*Coffee shop, Lincoln Avenue, Chicago.
28 January 2012, approx. 5pm.
Transcribed, (almost) word for word.