...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
okay. so I'm only ten days behind. ... out of thirty.
- solid.
seems to happen every time.
so my poem-a-day-challenge turns out to be tenpoemsaday every ten days.
-oof.
ah well. just one more opportunity for self-forgiveness.
~mwah!
