the red thing the blue jays are screaming as if they are the voice of the red thing caged inside my ribsthe red thing battling through another rejection the red thingunstoppably impossibly doingthe job of keeping me alivewithout my permission, reallyI didn’t choose this red thingthe way it ambitions the wayit pursues the way it mattersbeyond its prison… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 14