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I'd like to do a little one-off NaPoWriMo chapbook, so if you'd like to submit a poem, email me at reenhead-At-gmail-Dot-com.
I now have slightly over 100 Applies to Oranges poems, and have therefore met my quantity goal. I will shortly begin the process of editing them. Huzzah!
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posted by Reen |
posted by Reen |
They say you must suffer for your art, and oh, how I have. Last night I managed to stab myself right through the calf with a bookbinder's awl!
Here's sort of how the timeline went:
11 p.m. Binding books. Notice that, wow, the awl really went in far that time. Even though the book is approximately 1/8 of an inch thick.
11 p.m. and 20 seconds. Dawns on you: awl in leg, awl in leg!
11:01 p.m. through 11:05 p.m. Scream.
11:05 p.m. through 11:15 p.m. Frantically call boyfriend, who is not picking up phone. Leave series of messages that run through the five stages of grieving: first, no message, 'cause he WILL pick up. Next, "Pick up the freaking phone!" Then, "Please, come on, just pick up". Then message in which you just sob into the phone. Then, abandon calling boyfriend.
11:15 p.m. Check NIH website on puncture wounds. When was your last tetanus shot? Call mom. Establish that last tetanus shot was in 1993.
11:16 p.m. through 11:50 p.m. En route to ER
11:50 p.m. through 5:15 a.m. Wait to be seen by physician. Enjoy terrible selection of magazines and witnessing intake of rounds of drunk-ass college students (you are at a university hospital) and other somewhat buzzed persons in various states of anatomical distress, including: broken-finger-from-lasertag, beer-bottle-smashed-over-head, and caught-toe-in-escalator.
5:15 a.m. though 6:00 a.m.Be seen by physician! Have wound flushed, tetanus shot administered, antibiotics prescribed.
6:00 a.m. through 6:20 a.m. Cab home.
And now the sun is rising pleasantly over Washington and I am about to retire, to make up for all the sleep I missed. Good morning and good night!
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