NaPoWriMo #21

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Existential Kink 

I’m not sure what the trick to it is.  One minute I’m 
telling jokes—“existential word problems”—and the next 
I’m looking up actuarial tables for poem research and really, 
truly freaking myself out.  When I don’t know what to do, 
I sit on a child’s green stool in the kitchen and drink half
a glass of wine because that’s a funny image I enjoy and 
the witch newsletter I get says to lean into your misery 
for fifteen minutes a day, and in that way to trick your 
shadow into integrating.  This witch lives in Pittsburgh and 
has a lot of ideas.  I write a friend to tell him I’m freaking 
myself out, and he says to breathe.  My son comes home 
crying in his Batman face paint and doesn’t want to tell 
me why, saying, “I must have an audiobook.  It’s the only 
thing that will satisfy,” the saddest miniature Edwardian 
superhero you ever saw. My whole life has been one long
creative exercise, a Life Prompt, if you will.  Try it.  Go 
from something kind of funny to something kind of sad
and back again.  Repeat.  Keep repeating. You have no choice.

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