I don’t think I’m going to produce a piece of any real substance until I can take the better part of a day to actually work; I’ve felt so muddle-brained and tired the last two days that the thought of trying to write has been ridiculously stressful and anxiety inducing. I’ve still done it – which is itself a feat – but I’ve picked the shortest forms I could think of, and I’m not thrilled with either of them (I don’t hate them; I’m just not thrilled).
Anyway, today I chose to do a slightly altered pleiades poem (I fudged the syllable count).
Trust Fall, Ninth Grade
Fall, she says, as if it’s easy,
Forgoing every instinct not to;
Forgetting, perhaps, how kids are:
Feigned smiles hiding hive-mind malice–
Friends who’d let you fall, or catch you
For the chance to drop you themselves.
This is Day 2 of OctPoWriMo! Link ups are open until October 5th.