Apportioning

You emerge on thenapofeature3
white glow-screen. Black array, shapes
clattering from my

fingertips, apportioning
bits of my marrow each time.

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Author’s Note:

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Tax day. Extension. Rehearsal. Equals tired.

Today’s prompt: And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little meta at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.