A poem from yesterday

fixed now.

Update: Yesterday I sent this, but it turns out Substack’s editor doesn’t keep the various specific formatting choices when writing poems. For me, this is crucial — the way the words look and feel on the [digital] page is a part of the whole shebang. Here’s the poem again, the way it was meant to look the first time. Thanks!

Hey fam,

I almost never write poems, mostly because I think poetry is a sacred art form. I wouldn’t want to do anything less than the absolute perfection crafted by the poets I revere.

Nonetheless, this short poem tumbled out of me this evening, after a very long day that came after a long week, that was part of a long month, in what can only be described as a long damn year. It’s far from perfect but, frankly, aren’t we all?

I hope you read it with affection and understanding. If you see yourself in it at all, please let me know in the comments! If you think it’s super weird, feel free to let me know that as well. Weirdness is high praise here at the Chaos Palace

More on what’s up and what’s down among us chaos monsters tomorrow.

Until then,

Mikhal

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