So I’ve got a draft for poem 12, but no title. Such is life.
I had the idea for poem 11 on Friday and started scribbling down notes that evening. Typed it up on Saturday. Let it rest Sunday, and took a stab at it this morning. Title came up on Sunday. It’s not my best work (even for this period) but I like how it’s developing. I will say the actual incident was a bit more disturbing to me personally and probably not as much to others.