When I belonged to another blog (where the kids have taken over), there used to be writing challenges. I loved those writing challenges; they elicted some of my snarkiest work. But they also elicted the wrath of the anorexics, and I had to leave. I made some awesome friends (Mark, Nancy, Ed, Jeff, Mary Ann, Ruby, Lin) and only a few followed me here. Okay--only two followed me here. Thanks, Nance and Mark! But here, where fifty is the new thirteen, I'm still going to carry on some of the traditions of the former blog. Because if I don't write her a scary story on Halloween, Nancy will find a way to destroy me. The other staple that carried over is my response to a challenge called "Food and Paperwork." I wrote a poem (knowing full well my limitations as a poet) on the "food and paperwork" topic. So, in honor of EOGs and the unofficial start of gin and tonic season, here it is:
Food and Paperwork
We are about to start the Reading Comprehension
section of the North Carolina
(I am sorry if you had a bad morning.
I know some of you had to get yourself
out of the bed
and to the bus this morning
because your mom is working
because your dad left and took all the money
--but not you--
I am so sorry if you were up
most of the night
listening to people fight.
I know some of you did not
Everyone else will try to ignore
your rumbling stomachs.)
eighty-five minutes to finish.