For my senior honors thesis at Penn, I wrote two poems a day for six months. It was called Selections from 11:37. Basically, every morning and every evening, at exactly 11:37, I stopped whatever I was doing and gave myself fifteen minutes to write a poem. (You can purchase my collection here or click preview to read more about the project.) Only about 70 poems made it into my final thesis, so I have literally hundreds of poems that have never seen the light of day. Here’s one of them.
BROKEN (Night 10/23/12)
They’re arguing out in the parking lot
throwing tumblers into cement
and picking up spare shards to scratch
initials on the inside of their toes. I’ve been listening
to a lot of good kids in this mad
city, diving into empty intersections and
balancing three seconds on the curb. I call
empathy a lack of distance and ineptitude
an unwanted massage, though both are a bit
close for comfort in the near-midnight oil
two stories finally picking apart their long
words like blackbirds.
P.S. Here’s another link to my poetry collection.