extra writes from a dismembered day —

soufflé and sachets from the brink
the phloem and xylem of a fruitful life
which bore only pits

a storm of gyring octothorpes
interrobangs & ampersands
full of fury
full of sound
symbolizing nothing
but —

but the reality you choose to believe
there are choices now
new and improved soufflé
and sashay away

“When the writing is going well, I can work all day. When it’s not, I spend a lot of time gardening and standing in front of the refrigerator.”

— Francine Prose