Anyway, this happened on Sunday, yet it wasn't just a couple of images, but entire lines piling out. Jay gave me an assignment months ago, and I never could do it until Sunday when it all hit me.
So in an unprecedented act of poetic recklessness I skipped church and wrote the damn thing. (I guess I could add "I am Catholic and I go to church" to the list of facts below.)
Wasn't that radical and daring? The alternative was waiting until evening, and by then it would surely have been gone. Turns out it's a really important poem for my Saint Monica series.
Anyone else had a poetry emergency like this lately?
Oh yeah, and I got a haircut on Friday (not that you can tell from this picture). The haircut was not an emergency, but I do feel cooler, temperature-wise.