This poem is based on the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 11—a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?” [sic]
Okay, it’s no State of the Union, and it’s undoubtedly a lot farther into the future than was intended, but…
Dear Tuesday,
You couldn’t wait until it was light outside to wake me up…
Love,
Kevin
(10 April 2018)
This little monster, based on the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 10—a lot of things happening at once—is a bit of a hybrid, combining bits of actual conversation or correspondence with sarcastic interjections by me. All of this is framed by the news that my desktop computer’s hard drive is beginning to fail. Is this really a poem? Whether it is or not, I’m going with it…
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(9 April 2018)
Dear Monday,
Okay, NOW I’ve achieved full Barry White.
Love,
Kevin
(9 April 2018)
The prompt given by Napowrimo.net for Day 9 is to write a poem in which something small and something big come together…
Dear Sunday,
I have achieved full Barry White…
Love,
Kevin
(8 April 2018)
Another detour from the prompt given by Napowrimo.net for Day 8. I’m not much interested in ‘mysterious and magical things’ in the traditional sense. However, lately I have been falling asleep to the American Splendor DVD, which has a looping menu featuring Harvey Pekar walking along an R. Crumb-drawn street. It is done really well, so the point where it loops back to the beginning is not obvious unless you’re paying attention. Anyway, this morning, as I woke up here and there to the loop still going, it was as though I were looking to see if something (my dream? uninterrupted sleep? something else?) had landed in just the right spot. I made that feeling the basis of this poem.
Dear Saturday,
You and Sunday are getting close, I see. I almost couldn’t tell you apart…
Love,
Kevin
(7 April 2018)
I detoured somewhat from the Day 7 prompt given by Napowrimo.net. The idea of a conversation between different identities felt a little too similar to the other day’s prompt about different voices. I didn’t abandon it completely, though; I took my memory of a birthday party I went to (and left) about five years ago, and, with a few embellishments, recast it as a poem…
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