Let’s see what’s left of the overly ambitious and forever
doomed to expire coupons, nagging unredeemed
receipts, disappointing printouts for hopelessly worthy
causes, important junk mail, abandoned daily schedules full
of unlikely schemes, embarrassing parking tickets flirting with
farfetched formulas and disillusioned delusion, awkward
pauses, hysterical assumptions, pretentious plans plus
a recipe I will never make, impossible dreams, undiluted
hypocrisy, muddled medical bills, personal information that
is too personal, unrequited love, something I have always been
completely ashamed of, a really bad day that I can never do over,
and a single sheet of blank paper, wrinkled beyond use.
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?