Today is the brilliant and ethereal "What is a human possibility?"
This poem reminds me of "My 1980s" by Wayne Kostenbaum for its unabashed disconnectedness that, of course, hides a larger emotional arc. Today, think of a question you ask yourself often: it can be big and. philosophical, or it could be small like, "why do I always misspell this one word?" Write your answers in fragmented bursts or stream of conscious. Don't linger too long on any one thought, let yourself circle back and around to it later.
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