I should write a poem about things ending on bad notes and make some musical references just for the sake of being witty. I should write a poem about how cruel math is to me and make a mention of the three notebooks I went through this year. I should write a poem about how I played basketball today and didn’t completely fail and hinder my team. I should write a poem about all things forgotten and incorporate all of the past that has been on my mind lately. I should write a poem about lost friendships. I should write a poem about social appearances and how incorrect they can be. I should write a poem about notes to self and whether they actually improve the quality of my life or if I am just not utilizing them properly. I should write a poem about general moodiness. I should write a poem about this stupid headache that persists through two doses of ibuprofen. I should write a poem about video games and include references for my own personal entertainment. I should write a poem about clutter and filth and what it is like to live in a dump. I should write a poem about exhaustion- but not being able to sleep [insomnia]. I should write a poem about all the things I should write about. I should write a poem about all the things that I’ll never do or experience in my life. I should write a poem about fast food and the trade-off for now over quality. I should write a poem addressing my yogurt, but mostly granola, addiction. I should write a poem trying to explain my forever itchy nose. I should write a poem about trying to convince someone that murder is a needed part of society. I should write a poem where at the beginning the reader swears I’ve been unjustly accused of murder, and as the poem progresses have them start to doubt my innocence and by the end they believe that I am definitely the murderer. I should write a poem about the fickleness of the weather; it’s all a big conspiracy. I should write a poem about conspiracies in general. I should write a poem about courtesy and the lack thereof. I should write a poem about “groupthink” and how not many people are individuals when they are in a mass. I should write a poem about shoulds and coulds and woulds, but never dids. But instead of writing all of these I am sitting here on a futon watching engineers play basketball and getting outraged at integrals. Such is my life. [Actually, this post will hopefully come in handy because at least I have recorded the ideas]
I hope that you sleep well!
Ashley Kirtman 