The deadlines have begun
to lean against the walls again
Grammy season
like weather gathering offshore
slow at first
then suddenly everywhere at once
My screenplays wait
half-lit rooms
actors frozen mid-sentence
their mouths still open
inside unfinished scenes
The second book watches me too
stacked pages breathing quietly
like birds beneath a sheet
Meanwhile
I am rebuilding the road itself
uploading
formatting
tagging
answering forms
learning systems no artist was meant
to carry alone