A student asked me where the stories come from
to fill up my blank sheets of paper on the Elmo
as they furiously try and make their 5-minute daily writing
I write, you write. Five minutes of furious drafting times three classes a day.
I’ve been doing this for 20 years.
I’ve put in my 10,000 hours of writing on blank sheets of paper.
Making something out of nothing.
But really, it’s because I’ve always had big ears.
The kind that stick out when I try to make my hair
lie flat against my face,
the kind that pop out from under the edge of the hat.
Big ears to sit silent under the breakfast table
until everyone forgets I’m there
and then the stories come
they always come
if I wait long enough
and stick my big ears up into the sky
like an antenna
they always come.