Today’s letter is Y, and my mind went totally blank on possibilities. I wrote a shape poem without using the letter Y*:
It's about privilege. No one is amazed or awe-struck with poems sans the letter between x & z. It is a gift of favour, granted to ones capable of loop, & vowel. Letters E and I rejoice, misfits n o t .
Then I thought some people might think I was making a social commentary so I decided I needed to do something more frivolous.
I thought I could take a picture of egg yolk and photoshop it.
Wonder Yolk? Not all she’s cracked up to be….
He might as well be walking on the sun.
Just a run-of-the-mill eggistential crisis.
Then I couldn’t find the bunny ears I wanted, and Dave wouldn’t let me adopt a bunny just so I could take adorable pictures of her ears, so I moved on.
From “Where’s Waldo”, or “Where’s Wally” for y’all non-Americans. I put two Y’s in there. Click to make it bigger.
None of these were really full-post level ideas, though, so I just kept stalling. I considered just skipping the day’s challenge altogether, but I had a lot of agitated energy– the turbulent and confusing, but creative and productive sort.
I asked a friend who knows all the words in the universe if there’s a name for that type of energy. Yes, he texted back:
Not a real screenshot of the text. Thank goodness for generators.
I guess I found my Y word.
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Do you ever have those days where you have more energy than is helpful?
* If you e-mail subscribe, you got the version of my poem littered with Ys. What happened is that I wrote the poem naturally and then took Y’s out. When I copied it over, it bojangled and I guess I copied an old version. So, chalk it up to poor editing and a worse day. At least it was shaped like a Y. I’m calling it a win.
