April poetry Month 4/13:

This month I even met a poet

And missed

4/13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 21, 22

I wrote a draft about the nail polish post, attempting to make a poem on it:

It’s getting impossible;

Not even a grain of

Sand…

What colors today?

Ooh there’s a mustard yellow:

I’ll call it, “Cow tipping in the sun.”

And a glorious bright green:

“A day at the races.”

What about this white?

The last wet blob – little dabs of white on the right thumb and four fingers.

I wonder what the security people think if they go through cameras to find me stealing in plain sight from bottles of Quick Dry….