dragging my attention

Elena Ferrante is ruining my life

there is so much to do so little time and yet she has me at her will

there are dishes to do gym partners to meet research to be done

there is grass to be cut books to be read phone calls to make

but still she pulls at me dragging my attention spitting kicking swinging to her words

because i have been so consumed with her world intricately woven and splattered on the page

the last month and a half i’ve been consumed i’ve hardly written a word

and i don’t think i will

until i finally end this and finish the fourth book in the goddamn neapolitan novels