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.
TONIGHT (Night 4/22/13)
i’m smoking a cig in the breath between
up too late and up too early
siphoning time into a jasmine jar
so the moments will smell sweeter
exhaling into the black-lit sky
and wondering where i’m headed
what is this place where moonlight leaks
like cinders in the street
where life glimmers like a falling match
unsure of its consequence
where city lights may be
dashed or kicked or caught in traffic
it’s nights like these
as the spring gives way to summer heat
when i hope the world loves me back
because i don’t want to handle how i feel
and every bridge is whispering my name.
P.S. Here’s another link to my poetry collection.