This is for you. You know who you are

They are my hands, but not my words

The morse code sent by every writer

who blurred the ink late at night,

unable to parse their thoughts

until they tumbled onto the page.

They move the keys, saying

“This is only today”

Words by J. B. Everett

Photograph by Wendy Longo

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