(NaPoWriMo, day 8. Today’s prompt was ‘to peruse the work of one or more twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.’ The first link I followed took me to Sylvia Plath Bot, and the pinned tweet resonated enough to inspire this poem…)
for now
i’m almost at home in this
strange suspension
this in-between
one breath and the next
this pause.
i am not ready for anything
to happen.
from the honesty box 