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 30 and otherwise can be viewed for free in the archives here. Thank you for being here!
“I’M TIRED THE SEQUEL”
And the stars up above just a still-wild mess, every burst and skit misaligned. Still, they travelled this far to get to you, so many times further than you ever did, trying to keep the picture and story of you all neat and tidy and shine, lithe, perfect, but you're just the world's worst PR girl. And no one is looking at you, we're all looking at stars trying to find ourselves.
P.S.
Another quickie. The beginning of this poem actually was spliced from yesterday’s poem, but ended up on the cutting floor. I’m still feeling my way through writing intuitively and writing with extreme precision. Sometimes they feel like they’re on opposite ends but I do think that the more I challenge myself to write quickly, the closer I get to bringing those two things together.