30 Poems in 30 Days - Day5
Fifty thousand words, she says, come on,
you know you want to. A smile emoticon
blows up in my head, turns into that one
with the tongue hanging out, nameless.
Do it in between, she says, and I start to
consider my Outlook Calendar as
The Enemy. This just won't do!
And yet I do know I do want to.
I spend the next two evenings writing
just to see if I can make 1667 words
out of 0.