I’m confused and unsure what just happened.
I think I was hit in the head with a poetry brick on January 1st, 2011 and now I’m waking up with amnesia, a migraine, and 365 poems in a folder on my desktop.
L and R, you’re both wonderful, beautiful, and incredibly talented poets. Thanks for kicking my ass all through the year, even if I didn’t post for two months straight multiple months in a row, even if I resorted to shitty haikus and self-centered whining just to write something for the day.
Thanks also to E and A of sonnateers365.tumblr.com, two more breathtakingly brilliant poets and friends of ours. E and A will be continuing on the same website this year, and a new poet, C, is joining the fray.
Another little shout out to Kristin, who’s starting her own 366 project (it’s a leap year!) at onegirl366stories.tumblr.com. If you want to start your own 366 project, let us know so we can spoon and feed each other goldfish crackers and support each other and stuff.
My blog next year can be found at timefliesflashfiction.tumblr.com. I’m going to write a short story/flash fiction story every day for the year of 2012. No stanzas allowed. God, please no more stanzas.
I scraped my toe on the asphalt
On the way to the New Year’s Eve party.
I saw the brown smear
In the in streetlamp
And my feet were dusty.
There was reggae pounding in the park
And white flames underfoot.
Hobbling home I thought
I’d lie in the grass and make poetry.
Instead I let my mother soak my torn nail
In soapy water
And wipe the blood away with a paper towel.
Later I’ll wash my face
And sleep without a lesson.
this year i found friends and a boy and a semblance
of love in a place that had given me nothing but
nostalgia, i spend my days in a house i had hidden
in the back pockets of my brain but in the small moments of
everyday i can’t seem to rid myself of the feeling that
sometimes, maybe i just want to go home.
thanks for reading. happy new year’s.
Now I’m writing a bunch
Of throwaway poems
For days I mysteriously missed
During the year.
I don’t remember what happened
On the 24th of January.
I probably had a cold.
Must have had a cold
I missed today too.
I would have been watching
Eating cereal and
Sitting on the bathroom floor
Which is my favorite place.
That was hardly a poem
What I wrote three days from now
But you can see I’ve given up.
So much depends upon
To see these poems through.