NaPoWriMo #12

by krstaten

Mornings like this one,
I drink the sunlight deeply,
wake up, rise up, wake–
sprawl battle plan maps out on
the coffee table, coffee

right between my palms
when the sun’s up, before the
morning’s up–evenings
like this one, I lay my head
on that same coffee table

map full of black marks
where battles were lost, map full
of sites where cannons
failed, pieces of poems scrawled
in fading ink, the only

person here to tell
of my failures is the cat.
Cat, I’m a failure.


Some days feel full of literary promise right up until the part where I start writing.

Today’s recommendation:

Musical Chairs by Kay Ryan