prosetry from my consistently relapsed one hundred words a day project
sit up. do not wake up. fumble for a marker in the dark and cover your skin in permanent ink so that you will always remember the feelings you are dreaming about. when you are investigating the smudges on your skin the next morning, do not try to make them into letters. when you see letters, do not try to make them into words. when you find words, do not try to make them into poetry. do not read anyone the poetry. wake up. do not sit up. investigate the smudges on your ceiling and do not publish the rhymes.