wrote 366 poems
in the 365 days
of 1862
she sewed them together
in 20 or so fascicles
“fascicle” just means
little bundle,
like “faggot”
she was 32,
her brain ablaze
like some god-awful star
once I felt like
anything could happen
Tag: possibilities
“Possibilities,” Sherrill House (MA) Dementia Poetry Group
(17 December 2018)
Go south.
Go back in the house and stay warm.
Ski.
There may be places where you can ice skate
or you can leave
and go to school
or go south,
maybe go to California.
What other possibilities?
Besides leaving, you mean?
You could stay there,
and write these things.
Punch-in-the-Face Poetry 