self-interview
17Oct07
How do you feel today?
Gauzy.
What do you want?
Sleep. And a bunny.
Why are your hands so cold?
It’s for their own good. When they get hot, they get lazy.
Do you mean that?
No.
What do you mean?
Very little.
Are you always this difficult?
I think you already know the answer to that question.
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are you happy? you’ve got me seeing collaborative opportunities everywhere. we could do this collaboratively. first person starts with a question. second person answers and asks a new question and passes it along. although i don’t know what it has to do with poetry … hm.
Polkadotwitch, it’s like when you play too much Tetris and start trying to fit the world together.
G’day,
I just stumbled upon your site (long story - casually trawling the net for poetry exercises, followed a couple of links on a whim, & here I am). I just thought I’d tell you I really like your poetry, & this one just… I don’t know, just liked it - made me grin a wry smile; enough that it tipped me over into actually telling you instead of just mutely appreciating. Cheers.