I haven’t posted my little scribblings due to busyness, but here are my attempts at writing some micro-poetry.
Day one
Poem for when my thoughts are like fish. My thoughts are like fish.
Day two
Poem for that moment when you touch me. Keep touching me.
Day three
Poem for the morning when everything seems bigger. Or the evening.
Day four
Poem for all the ways we deal with edges. Sometimes it takes years.
Day five
Poem for when I exchanged one costume for another. Nothing really ever fit.
Day six
Poem for waiting for the flowers to bloom. I was told it could take years. I’m not sure I’m that patient.
