National Poetry Month BURNOUT

I can’t poem any more, not for a while at least. Β I had a good run, but anything past twenty days of writing is too much for me. Β I’m done. Β I quit. Β Here’s a line from when I tried to pick up a pen this evening.

If I come off a bit loose to you, it’s only because somebody untied my knots.

This is my last NAPOWRIMO post. Β Generic blogging will commence in the future. Peace out, homies.

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