For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, ideas, and images in Virginia Woolf’s Diary.

I’ve found myself quite amused by the amount of complaining Woolf does about all her guests and visitors. She longs for solitude and quiet, yet every day is a seemingly endless round of social obligation. It’s exhausting just to read about it! I want to take her in hand and remind her that she’s creating her own reality here. Just say no, Virginia!

Instead, I wrote a book spine poem.

Day #28: Visitors

fabulous nobodies
bored and brilliant
writers & lovers
bright dead things
old friend from far away
abandon me
leave me alone, i’m reading
so long, see you tomorrow