Writing Nuptuals

Writing and I are married. Maybe you missed the announcement on thin newspaper, but that is because writing prefers thicker paper. It prefers lines with ink. We were engaged years ago when I would spend all day massaging letters down its paper back. We would cry together and laugh. Now, we've been married more years than I can count on ink-stained hands. I wait all day to come home to it, fired up to write until my fingers bleed, but, I get home late. Writing is awake, but I'm just too tired.