#napowrimo 2017 day 1, 4 days late
Of destiny or responsibility no one needs
this poem not here to help make nothing measurably
better we know measurement is better when bunk
but O! successful grant proposals requests for venture
capital I am stumped by warbler identification
hospital lobbies time passing and other things too
numerous but nothing’s too numerous
for poetry neither maternity ward poetics nor linoleum: all possibilities
and no one behind the reception desk it’s best: “Happy Health
Information Professionals Week” meanwhile incorrect address
insurance name of husband some other me in a house
in a house in northwest on some other husband’s insurance
some other me: a caramel macchiato while waiting iced.
“What are you having?” Body as restaurant. As oven. Home appliance.