1  How’s the Book?

The last four minutes, Hedda asks me, “How’s the book?” once more.
She gives me thirty minutes, every other Thursday, so
The only answer short and true I have is “Chapter four.”

We spend the twenty-six before on work; that’s what they’re for.
She’s kind and busy, both, when most of us are one. I know
The last four minutes, Hedda asks me, “How’s the book?” once more.

My book, Full Stop, was where each mark came from, who spread it, for
Three years, eleven chapters; it still has them, even though
The only answer short and true I have is “Chapter four.”

Red Penn has read eleven; twelve is what he’s waiting for.
His subject line is “Checking in,” and so’s the text below.
The last four minutes, Hedda asks me, “How’s the book?” once more.

Once, “Still the dash one?” Hedda asked: she’d heard it all before.
In Other, in her notes, the line Book: ch. 4 will show.
The only answer short and true I have is “Chapter four.”

Both ask what it can’t answer yet, and both are right. Before
I knew what the problem was, I thought it was chapter four, and so
The last four minutes, Hedda asks me, “How’s the book?” once more.
The only answer short and true I have is “Chapter four.”