The Same Sleep
Drop what explains it, NaPoWriMo Night 12
in the back booth of the noodle shop the boy is asleep with his cheek on the vinyl his mother carries the tray past him for the fourth time she does not look down on the pine needles behind the cabin the boy is asleep with his cheek on his jacket his father is checking the last snare before dark he does not look back
Thirty Nights of Possessed Writing
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Not prompts - something closer to interruptions. Conditions that alter the field. Thirty of them. One for each night of April, if you want it that way. Or not. Use them, ignore them, enter anywhere. Skip nights. Repeat one. Let them sit unopened. No instruction. They interrupt. They persist. They do not resolve.
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