Sometimes you just start writing a sentence and follow it to where it goes, and more often than not it goes someplace you didn’t expect or weren’t ready for, and sometimes it just kills a few minutes of dead air, like on the radio where the guest hasn’t turned up, or they’re a bit nervous and they’re sweating everywhere before you even start to ask them about any of the things they came to talk about, and half of you wants to put your arm round their shoulder and say it’s alright, and the other half wants to give them a kick up the arse and say come on tae fuck, let’s go, commit or fuck off, and then the person promptly stands up and fucks off and you’re all alone in the air, and the producer is looking at you with wild eyes and their mouth dropped open, just, say something, anything, please, come on, and suddenly you start sweating and you say, sometimes the commit or fuck off ends in a fuck off, but that’s okay here’s a song I love by Stevie Blues.
And then you
Breathe
© Paul Andrew Sneddon
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