I’m a poet by virtue of the way
I jot down poems every day
I’m a reader as I thumb through pages and pages
of other people’s stories
but I’m barely a writer
I don’t take time
or make time
to write my own stories
to trace out the random tales
hidden in my mind by some clever muse
but what’s the use
I’m no writer
only a scribble maker
with an itch that’s never scratched
scribble maker [poem]
Larissa Lee 