I was just thinking that so far I haven’t had too much trouble with actually getting a poem out each day. And then I was thinking that if I verbalized it, I’d be taunting the Muses. And then I was thinking that I’m tired of being a superstitious writer. So I said it.

Rachel’s Day 7 Poem: Letter to a Friend Whose Heart Is On Display
Someone Else’s Poem: Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s “Suppose You Were A Moray Eel”

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