i met him at his writer cabin

i met him at his writer’s shack

said to me “need the space, man

“there’s like, deer, come from the forest

we sat outside on the ground and I looked at all the books in there

through the door

we opened some beers

“i need a crap, man

he went inside and came out with a toilet roll

i heard him walk into the trees

i sipped my beer

he came back and washed his hands with a plastic bottle

we ate some sandwiches from plastic boxes

“yeah, i’m gonna write so much here

he said

i wondered where the deer had got to