My day 19 poem for National Poetry Writing Month uses the prompt from Napowrimo.net—to write ‘a poem that recounts a creation myth.’
The day I snagged a small slice of freedom
I never knew it had a name
I’d been doing it for years
I was at a gathering
I don’t remember
where or when
I was alone
everyone else
was talking
to everyone else
Then it hit me:
I could just leave
I could get my jacket
and walk out that door
without saying a thing—
no goodbyes
no awkward excuses—
just go
So I did
Nobody noticed
Nobody called after me
or said anything the next day
as if I hadn’t been there
I learned later
they call it an Irish exit*
* — I learned this from Mindy Kaling’s first book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)
(18 April 2017—posted April 19th ET)


It wasn’t until my middle years that I learned how freeing an Irish exit can be. I spent way too much time worrying about what other people think.
Same goes for the phone or the door. Once I realized I did not have to answer either one if I didn’t want to…
I could feel my excitement about the oncoming freedom grow the further I got into the poem, you captured that feeling/the process really well!
That’s well written! We should actually do it sometimes where our presence or absence really doesn’t matter 🙂
Well written indeed. I wrote “Looking In” ages ago, about my own Irish Exit from an overwhelmingly icky event. You can read it here: http://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2004/12/country-mouse-online-dec.html