Laughs and Lobotomies

I have been told this so many times.

And I assure you I will not.

It has been years and years and years since I have finished a novel for pleasure.

All of this “treatment” – it stole that joy from me.

This style of writing.

This style of poems, and short stories, and whatever else this is.

For the longest time this has been all I could digest.

And I did not endure horrible things to write a book.  Or a how-to.  Or a cautionary tale.

There will never be a novel.

There will only ever be this.