If I Could Write Poetry

I'd string together lines that captured the significance of my vintage AC/DC t-shirt.

I'd compose a haiku on eating grilled cheese every Wednesday.

I'd record my firsts in brilliant verse, following the order in which I gave them away.

I'd confess my love for eggs over hard with grape jelly.

I'd reveal my anxiety budding from opening doors, how I'm terrified I won't know how to open one in public.

I'd describe my ideal summer night spent under the stars and soaked in post-midnight dew.

But I can't write poetry.

Or I don't believe I can.

I've never tried.


On Repeat: "Kiss Me Slowly" - Parachute