My work on the book of poetry I’m writing continues, but I realized that I really needed to keep writing poetry otherwise I won’t have the right eyes to look for the poems I want to include.

This poem was written quickly and perhaps with time I’ll better know what I think. What I think right now is, well, that’s not too bad.

I read the poem “Football” by Louis Jenkins right before I wrote this which gave it the single word line idea except . . . that isn’t at all what the actual poem looks like.

I read the poem in Billy Collins’ anthology 180. Apparently, the font size and page width forced the lines to run over so that some of them were only one word . . .

And this is why I post all of my poems as images–I don’t let a word processing program decide to make it look like I have one word lines.

If I have one word lines in a poem, I chose

that.