Poem

 I almost forgot to blog.

In my defense Mandy stopped by with tacos. I've been digesting. The stomach did have a minute of reaction but settled down. They weren't spicy. 

Today is the last day of national poetry month. I posted my last fragment and put the Elizabeth Bishop book back on the shelf. There's a lot more to read in that book but I'm going to work on some other reading. 

Facebook popped a memory. Four years ago, when I did the fragment thing, I wrote a poem. Ignore the weird line break. 

 I have compressed these

already tiny moments into

beads

strung on a thread of longing.

I already know

they don’t mean anything.

Still.

I run them though my fingers

trying to conjure

a different outcome.