Everyone keeps telling me, “you could just write short poems like a haiku” But short poems take even more work than long ones. Here is a Cinquain. I spent a whole day not being able to write it. Such that I had to publish this poem back in the past a day from the future (4/16) when I finally finished it for NaPoWriMo. Granted, I also spent most of the 4/15 day stressing out about taxes.

A fume
that flagellates
out of what moments back
were black paraffin and crispwick
conks out.