Ok so I missed the silent poetry reading thingy on the weekend, but I just now wrote a poem. I used to do this a lot (teen angst, mid-20s angst), then just - stopped. Anyway:
It's getting past the point of going to sleep, that
Space
Between night and morning gets narrower each second
I stare at this screen
And read other people's thoughts
To avoid my own
Monday thoughts.
Karen Carpenter sang rainy days and Mondays always get me down;
She nailed it.
I feel the edge of Holly Golightly's Mean Reds
Creeping up -
There's that shiver -
But maybe I'm just cold because I'm tired
And I'm late for bed.
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