365 Wonders

I wake up with at least 1000 words
in my head every day. About half
of them disappear down the drain
when I shower. I play with the other
half like a set of legos, mentally
constructing and deconstructing,
until I make something I like.
Those are the words I write down.
On good days, I call the remaining words poetry.
On bad days, I call them shit.
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