It’s been a while since the Big One,
back when I did that unholy mathematic workout,
producing the number of poems of the day of the month.
So: three pieces on the third,
eight pieces on the eight,
seventeen pieces on the seventeenth,
and thirty pieces on the thirtieth.
It was in April, National Poetry Writing Month,
so I didn’t have to go the full 31 days.
That would’ve been a mothering F.

It was my first year trying out NaPoWriMo,
as some awful people try to write it.
I didn’t plan ahead of time what I was doing;
I just hit the ground writing.
I can’t believe I had a full time job at the time.

I remember there were some technical problems
getting all the pieces online
at the time
but the details are escaping me now.
It was a while ago.

I ended up with over 465 pieces, I believe.
I’ve never accomplished something quite so majestic since.

The quality?
Oh, who knows about the quality.
I guess some of the pieces I wrote were all right.
I find that enough macaroni gets thrown,
some’ll stick.

I threw a lot of macaroni that April.
I had inspiration.