Day 8 | Flip it then reverse it*

I'm out of order. No, YOU'RE out of order.

"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?"

— Virginia Woolf

I get a daily email from someone called Blank Page with quotes about and from writers. This quote made me feel super guilty for not writing yesterday, but it also reinforced my weird little idea that writing love powems (we’re just gonna have to go with it, y’all — my backspace key is le tired) to myself is not so strange. So, this is crap because I cranked out something already tonight and le fucking hungry. :-*

Those who came before me 
Felt the same struggles
In different bodies, 
Different times. 

They tried to warn us
With flowery words.
But we didn't listen. 
We wait. 

Please be the last one
We wonder every month.
Our bodies betray us
Thoughts and prayers.

Pray for yourself!
Thank your body for
Helping you survive this
Wild, hot time. 

z

*I have no idea where that came from. lol