For today’s prompt, write an “I shouldn’t be here” poem. You can decide where you shouldn’t be: maybe it’s a place, maybe it’s a time, or maybe (just maybe) it’s a state of mind. Shake yourself loose in a poem.
I Shouldn't Be Here
Here I am again.
Right back in the same damn spot.
Every thing I own was touched, packed, unpacked, settled back east.
Then touched, packed, unpacked, settled right back here.
Should I be there?
Vice President of Something.
Inventor or Artist or Wife or Mother.
Then again, maybe I should be here.
In November, leaping upstream.
Right back where I started.
Thicker. My expression settled.
Possibilities abandoned.
Maybe I should be here.
An imperative of some kind. Unclear, but firm.
It has to be good enough that I made it
- once -
All the way out to the open sea.
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