In the daylight hours I tell myself I
have more important things to do than write a poem.
I fill my water pitcher up a dozen times a day, and
I turn my blinds one way, then the other.
I write the same 26 letters over and over again,
sit them next to checkboxes,
and then cross them
all
off
one by one.
At night,
the poems I didn’t write goosebump my skin, and
I tuck myself deep into blankets
to fight the chill.
My late husband used to say that he was too thin-skinned to
leave a story unwritten,
and I get it now.
Water is lava,
because ice is a rock,
and
my full pitchers are emptied into me,
and
the goosebumps are eruptions
of the poems that have to be emptied into something
somehow.
At night,
I tell myself to leave a checkbox for poetry.
I want to be warm.
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I think poetry just is, and it’s highway to us is you.
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Thank you, Dawn ❤
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You delight me every poem – like a fabulous dessert.
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