This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond.
After 100 bad days
you stop keeping track
of the days and begin to praise--
through line and stanza,
sentence and paragraph--
and lost loves of those days.
After 100 bad days,
you realize your music still plays,
that darkness is giving way to light,
and the disembodied ghosts of your memories
are reforming themselves,
are becoming the chapters
in your autobiography.
Poet's Note: ▼