For now let me say
Without hope or agenda
I thought you’d be back in the writing room
Copy chief, sir
With all due respect
We both know I can run the empire from this desktop
It’s not direction that I need
But a bit of banter wouldn’t punish the hours in between projects
I’ll make my own assignments
Be brutal about the deadlines
What’s missing is all the back-and-forth
Collaboration, if you will
When I got hired, I knew life was going forward
My elevator may well have been catapulting at top speed
We pinky-promised our handshake and the business was in operation
Partners in publishing
The launch took off
Then you hit “Resolved” where my name used to live
But I’m not a book, sir
They won’t release me to Walden or Super Crown
I’m not a best seller
Barely on the shelves
I was hoping we could talk through my contract
Copy chief, sir
Sir?
Your picture choices add so much to your poetry