April 7- For Day 7

This poetry month is not exhausting but until I get into it, I have a hard time believing I can come up with something anything halfway decent.

I surprisingly like the one for yesterday. I know someone who writes a lot of poetry in the bathroom.

I gotta find a topic and just write a haiku.

The ladder to the

moon is here in my room climb

It at your own risk.

I can see you bleeding now.

The house is filled up with stubbed toes.

I imagine that last line would make a good first line…