NaPoWriMo XIII

Stopped up, my ideas are stocked up on a shelf too high to reach. I need to stand on an eight-foot ladder, past the warning line and on tip toes, only three fiberglass legs planted firmly on the tile. If I get greedy and load up with solutions, I fall. If I leave well enough alone and creep back down the ladder, I feel like shit.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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