I spent way
too long writing poetry yesterday
Boy you
should have seen the way I was doing it!
Hanging
upside-down from the ceiling like a bat
Writing in
purple ink on a yellow memo-pad
Sending the
pages sailing down to the carpet
Thousands
of them!
My son came
home from school, waded in, and got paper cuts all over his legs
"Mommy," he
whined, "why do you always have to
hang like a bat!"
