Check Point

incomplete

a threadbare word count has me three
sheets to chagrin

as I compose a pillow of a poem on just
how to begin

and the comforter gives no comfort
as the muse muscles in

as we shared a bed in Baltimore and
again in West Berlin

And there she discovered Schadenfreude
and applies it to this end

unfinished

day 4 NaPoWriMo 2018

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