Today’s poem is part of a special launch schedule during National Poetry Month from April 1—30, 2024. I’ll be posting a new poem daily for 30 days, which will be sent out to all subscribers as a summary on April 9, 16, 24, and 30 and otherwise can be viewed for free in the archives here. Thank you for being here!
“I’M TIRED I CAN ONLY SPEAK IN METAPHOR”
Baby of the night with the eyes of a thousand flexed lies. Tonight, every bottled up thing comes sweating out at moonshine. Tomorrow, she's girl cast into shadow by the sun's sullen-pink glow.
P.S.
I usually don’t write super short poems like this but I thought I would try something a little different today. My version of an Insta-poem?