Poem: day off

day off

Sunday blanket
curled up love-warm laptop humming
I watch a documentary, years-old learning
slowly
weekend food is scavenged, grazed
from an empty kitchen, used pans patient, stacked
for washing. Not today.
Outside sky blue air crisp autumn.

My Writing Cycle

During day when cannot write: La la la la la everything is awesome! La la la!

During evening when trying to write action-y sequence: OH MY GOD I AM THE WORST EVER I SHOULD DELETE EVERYTHING I AM GOING TO GO LIVE UNDER A ROCK AND CRY ;o;


...action is not my forte.