“Poetry” she said, “Is all
about order and chaos.”
A fantastic list of dichotomies
rolled over my eyes like credits
as “hot and cold” “black and
white” “up and down” “here and there”
clouded my brainwaves.
But the bulk of life is the cream filling—
right? Not the cookie edges of the Oreo…
I wrote a poem and it won’t let me put in the spaces, but it isn’t the worst thing ever…but also not the best. To the internet!