I was so tired last night that I accidentally labeled it Day 11, although it was really Day 10. So here is the REAL Day 11! I went with the prompt du jour from yesterday on the NaPoWriMo website, which was to write a poem in which multiple things are happening at once. This prompt spoke to me, because, well, my life.
TUESDAY MORNING, 6:52 A.M.
The cat meows–chirps, really–
for his breakfast. I’m watching
the clock and considering the definition
of late. My eight-year-old feeds the cat
before feeding himself, like how on airplanes
you’re not supposed to give your child an air mask
before you fix your own, because what good
are you to anyone if you can’t breathe.
Late is when the clock’s hands
are no longer a metaphor, I decide,
so I read the news on my phone.
The cat eats noisily. Sometimes he growls
when he’s happy. I take this to mean
that journalism is dead, since our own eyes
can’t tell a gun from a phone,
or whether vaccines cause autism,
or whether the earth is flat.
A meteor lands on our breakfast table.
It’s small, so no one minds. The cat
growls his approval. My son, who loves science,
collects it for show and tell, leaving behind
a tiny scorch mark. I google
how to get burn marks out of finished wood.
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This is fantastic! I totally laughed at googling how to get scorched marks out of a table- awesome visual.