Nothing new

I haven't written anything worth reading in a long time. 
I don't know how to write anymore. 
I don't know how to write right now. 
Nothing is going on today or yesterday.
Not with me.  No emergencies.
Can I stop writing about me, then?
Already, now, not yet?
Can we stop talking about me?
No, nothing, not yet.

Are you reading anything good?
Fairy tales, children's books, other people's prayers.

Where are you?
The same place.

What's next?  When's next?
Waiting on the Lord.  Now and later, now for later.
No, it's not an excuse or cliche.

What are you doing?
Nothing I can brag about at a conference entitled "justice."
Why does working at _______ not count? 
Doesn't ____ belong to the man?

Nothing new.  Except me.