When was the last time you sat down to write? 
he asked and
if we were being totally honest
I guess it had been a while so
I stretched my fingers wide and
they itched at the thought of
the glossy ink against the precious empty white of the paper,
the way scribbled imagery could clothe a naked page and
​how well I would sleep that night
​after uncurling my anxious fingers and toes –
I don’t get much sleep these days, I replied.