Day 6: National Poetry Month

Just a freewrite based on today’s Journally prompt


Doling out optimism stingily like the first of the summer peaches, I hum “My Mama said there’d be days like this,” and think how I’ll make a joke of myself. Yes, I threw the gum away and chewed the wrapper again. Yes, I can burn toast with the best and maybe when I said I was listening I was thinking about the last time I locked my keys in the car, groceries melting onto tote bags of well unfinished work. My Mama said “You won’t do that again soon, will you,” and we sighed together with relief that the worst is not as bad as it might have been. Yet.

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