A Poem a Day, Everyday for a Month#2: Fate
Fate
I saw a show once that began
with the women eating dinner
alone
She choked on a piece of meat
and died.
It was weeks before anyone
noticed
I thought: she could be me
I could be her.
What’s to stop me
from the terrifying fate
of being inconsequential?
I like being alone
most of the time
except when I think of her
except when I eat alone
which I do
almost every night.
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Poetry is a way to investigate what haunts you, to converse with the dead, to befriend your ghosts.
Poetry Prompt: Is there a scene from a television show, a movie or a book that haunts you? Or perhaps there’s something you did or didn’t do that haunts you, or something you witness that lingers in your memory. Describe the moment as concretely as you can and then ask yourself questions about what that memory means and why it still haunts you.
