I would like to take this moment to mention that for the past three days I've been writing boring Haikus because I couldn't come up with anything that would a) be acceptable for public consumption and b) was short enough to comply to NPR's rules for poetry month. The moment I decided, "That's it. I don't care if this gets no views, I want to write something that feels real." That poem wound up doing better than any of the haikus I've done. 

   On the one hand, this feels awesome. On the other hand, it feels like my life story is of the quality of a direct to DVD kids movie or perhaps a book from the bargain bin of a used book store.