24 April 2008.
[Yesterday was the last class meeting of my poetry workshop. The course’s instructor of record is also my thesis director. But that’s another story entirely.]
Titles of Poems I Wanted to Draft for National Poetry Writing Month, But Didn’t
Why I am Not Going to Brunch With “The Divider”. The Office
Wife Gets Her Comeuppance. April Evenings With You. I Kept
a List of All the Times I Looked at You in Order to Break
the Habit. You are Not an Acceptable Replacement. Things
I Need to Tell You When I Eventually Stop Crying. The Last
Time I’m Contractually Obligated to See You. Barefoot
on the Drillfield at 2AM. The Ruiner. What Else is There
to Say? Your Secret is Safe in My Shaky Hands.
Humming Robyn Hitchcock’s “Beautiful Girl” While
Walking Up Main Street. I am So Fucking Tired of Writing
the Same Poem Over and Over Again. I Miss You, I’m Sorry,
I Miss You.