I had intended to go for a walk and start an art project tonight but it’s so hot out and I don’t want to do either of those things. Unfortunately for all of you, my compromise with myself is to post a draft of a poem I came up with just yesterday! This will a) make me feel uncomfortable and b) hopefully aid my revision process by making every flaw jump out at me as soon as I hit publish. One of my June intentions is to share so… Here goes.
I tried to text the word “dog”
and three times I did it wrong:
my sister’s god
my sister’s god
my sister’s god
Sometimes when I speak
my heart twists beneath the words
a caught fish on a line—
I am not what I am—
floundering, I try again
Lindsey Grundyson 