Practicing safe poetry

The other day my mom asked me:

Is it safe for you to write poetry?

And I said yes

Though I confess

That was a lie.

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Poetry sucks me in--

Into my mind where I find

“Oooooh shinies!”

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Little rabbit holes

Leading ever deeper into Infinity

And I lose track of what is right in front of me.

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I'm liable to be looking at my phone

when I'm in the zone

and get hit by a bus or train.

Oops! Poetry on the brain!

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“But it feels so good” I whine.

And that's fine--

as long as I know that for me

Poetry can be deadly.

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