Today I hit the wall. I tried so hard to write but nothing came. But I fought through. This is the result...
Someone on Facebook is feeling homesick. You are humming Beauty and the Beast from the corner, my wine is running low and I have nothing to write about. Someone on Facebook is stealing my thunder. I check my emails, still nothing. You whistle one line from Be our Guest over and over. I tell my students that whatever you need to write about will find its way out. I sink further into the sofa and type home until I make myself sick. Someone likes my Instagram post. You shift position on the chair. Someone on Facebook posts a picture of the Eurostar and I feel so scared that I am being erased. This is a bad poem I will tell the students. The poet makes no attempt to conceal the subject. There is no subtlety here. Perhaps this is really a poem about Disney? one student might offer. Another will interject with, or maybe the poet just needed to be heard?