If you leave the world will get another book out of me. Hardbound with gilded edges. Dogeared and goddamned. There is a fable of a fish who gave her voice for the mouth of a man. Love transformed her into a door that leads nowhere but opens and closes with ease. I set my letters adrift and lure her to the shore. I tell her to write poetry is to sing without sound. Teach me the siren song and I will never write again. She opens her mouth and I pour my words in.