I feel so tired this Marathon, like butter spread to thin, I forgot this day was coming. I thought I’d planned ahead but I’m working despite myself. I’m making cookies for a party and also doing laundry. I did not sleep much yesterday, I will merely nap tonight, and hours one and two have left me feeling light. I don’t know how to top myself, or if I should just stick to the prompts, the marathon is how I push myself. Idk. I’m just musing. I’d meant to stream this event, like I did last year. I’d meant to have an audience that could assuage all my doubts, guilt, and fear. For the first time I do this truly alone.

At least two of the poems these two hours are incomplete but that’s fine I guess.  I can always touch them up later. I’ll try to do this every couple of hours so I can really think about it.