Note: I keep starting out with a concrete mission in mind, but these stories keep drifting into no-man’s land, haha. Any advice? Or is it working out all right? If anything else, this poem-a-day business teaches you about your own writing, and shows you where it’s at.
Forgot to post yesterday’s poem as well. It’s after the jump, along with the rest of today’s poem. Enjoy!
and you might end up on their color
-coded maps, maybe an amber
district, or maybe a red.
The paper might publish
this map, and your loved ones,
to put what you did in perspective, look
for the polygon you stole in.
Or is the data wrong?
Do the colors match the numbers?
Who maps what happens after
and before the verdict.
“I wish I could imagine you
before we met, when the cave
-dwelling clams on our plates
seemed, in their salt-taste and unlikelihood,
like a secret no
one else but us understood.”
Blinked, then: “I don’t know
if what we’re remembering is the same
thing, but we must not have eaten
clams that night. You know? Because clams
don’t live in caves. Do they? Do you remember
the rest of the story? Maybe if you describe that night
to me once more? Help
take me to where
we ate cave-clams together, baby.”