Based on a prompt: ‘write your worst fear as if it were a living monster’. This doesn’t quite do the job—but some things are hard to translate.
Musings
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
First coffee, now drowsy. Will I never learn?
Love,
Kevin
(27 October 2021)
Laminate: the noun as an object/the verb as a fetish (a poem)
Written in part while watching a documentary about Joseph Beuys.
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I don’t plan to get much done today, if that’s all right with you.
Love,
Kevin
(26 October 2021)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
So why do I have to wake up early whenever I set the alarm clock?
Love,
Kevin
(25 October 2021)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
12:15 already? Where does the time go?
Love,
Kevin
(24 October 2021)
There’s a scene in the movie (a poem)
Written while watching a short about the making of the Wim Wenders film Until the End of the World.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
What if they made MAD’s “Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions” into a movie?
Love,
Kevin
(23 October 2021)
Thursday morning, I-5 (a poem)
Day trip yesterday.
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Okay, appointment made.
Love,
Kevin
(22 October 2021)
