I tried out a non-iambic (primarily trochaic) style of poem for my craft class. It was a fun experience. I also wrote a triolet for this week that I’m incredibly excited about, so I’ll be posting that soon, as well as a thorough update about my life, new books, movies and things (spring break next week! aw hell yes).
Have a great night, guys. All my best.
Try to take this pen, pry it from
hands that hide my face in mornings,
hands that hide in pockets, watching
me shuffle in stolen Converse
from Macy’s, a parade I want you
to see, clowns and firetrucks and
bands and me, marching heavily
down the road that’s going sideways,
backways, gives way to the beat my heart
writes for you and sobs for you like
rivers between horizontal
blue lines. Watch me, break me, write me