NaPoWriMo 2014: Phlebotomism

I started using the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects” prompt, but then I liked where it got me and abandoned the ones I didn’t use. Fight me.


An examining room crucifix, Tessie
Is the one making apologies for being such a baby.
I heap sorries on the phlebotomist
Who is taking more fluids from poorly-irrigated fields,
Who will doubtlessly strike me down with an embolism.
My leviathan back pressed firm into vinyl
Never in life has he had to use the needle twice.

An appropos of nothing thunderbolt has us both oofing at the pewter sky,
and three things occur to me:
God is trying to kill me via a startle-guided needle.
I will bleed out in a discordant pool.
God is trying to frighten him away from the virtuous crease of my elbow.
I will heal in a vanilla breeze of grace.
God is, thunder is, more is than my cold sweat and distaste for blood draws.
I grasp my breaths at this arcing and eternal pulse.

NaPoWriMo 2014: Slasher Films

Utilizing my sick day for catching up on NaPo with some half-assed poems and watching half-assed movies.

“Slasher Films”

Avoid the windows,
Back to the wall,
Keep him alive for interrogation–
I’m great at surviving
From my confident sprawl on the couch.

I only fall apart
In situations of true distress–
My jeans don’t fit,
Work in the morning,
Returning the psychiatrist’s voicemail.

NaPoWriMo 2014: Dogma

I’m a bit chagrined that I’m not coming up with better stuff considering that the official NaPoWriMo blog was kind enough to link me along with CSHS Quarterly, but I’m sick and playing catch up. I’m Gwendolyn Brooks every other day of the year, I swear it.


For any palate, a confection,
The Eucharist for any religion,
Is the mild salt plane
Of the first Saltine
After a vigil with food poisoning.

NaPoWriMo 2014: Settling Poem

The Writer’s Digest prompt for the day was to write a poem about settling, and the first thing that popped into my mind was a schmaltzy love poem… but I’m a few poems behind and we’re coming up on the end of the month, so I’m going with it:

“Settling Poem”

In the end, I will metabolize
Every imperfect aspect, because
My heart became perfect when we met:
Every past piece of scar tissue shed,
Revealing a phoenix, trembling
With all the sharpness of being fifteen.

NaPoWriMo 2014: Memo


Staff should be aware that the water cooler
On the second floor is now dispensing sawdust.

The overflow makes a declaratory firework
On the grey carpet, the evidence
Of a child’s scissors, the dullest spectacle
You’ve ever seen in your entire life.
The mess doesn’t earn a second glance.
We all overflow from time to time.