I'm phoning it in today with regards to my poem, which completely sucked and was totally forced. But, with internet outages, car servicing, multitudes of errands and a husband returning home from a business trip to L.A. (poor thing!), it's been a doozy of a day.
On a positive note, I've just started reading Miracle Fruit, by Aimee Nezhukumatathil and am feeling refreshed at her voice, which is so natural, unpretentious and honest. Beautifully crafted so that the craft is invisible.