We had another poet added to our list and since she should have received my first poem, I sent one to her today as well as to the person who was next on the list given where I was.
I wish I could do this every day for the rest of my life. Even if most of the poems I wrote sucked.
There was a relationship that I never thought I’d be able to write about – I tried once but the fiction was frightening and painful. I wrote Poppy without realizing that I was writing about that relationship until after I re-read it. For the first time, I’m glad it’s over.