NaPoWriMo #3

I am made
entirely of want. I
ache with it
but without it
there is nothing –
a pile of sand
a length of rope
empty shoes left
at the door
an equation without a
solution

This want chews
like a termite.
It both defines and
devours me

The good thing about NaPWriMo is it gets us writing. The problem with NaPoWriMo is we don’t have time to consider, to polish and fiddle. I feel like this needs more fiddling and considering. And a couple coats of polish. 😉