After eating my lunch, my ears perked up and into a nearby conversation. I asked my co-worker to repeat what he’d just said. repeated it, counting on my fingers – that’s seven I said – stealing it for haiku – thanks! Whipped out my phone and jotted three fabulous phrases down. Fast forward, tonight Grant from NaNoWriMo says:
grantfaulkner: I read a review of a novel that called it “relentlessly competent.” I like the notion that a bit of incompetence and mess is good. #mayhem
Whoa. “relentlessly competent”? Mine. All mine.
I describe your book:
“relentlessly competent.”
I close the covers.
Your world, bolstered with
merciless optimism,
deflects the anger.
Perpetual state
of unstuckness; floating free
unbounded, unlearned.
Most frighteningly
enthusiastic; wide smile
more like pained rictus.
Telltale modern sign
what happened today: outage.
Everything blinking.
I read your novel:
“relentlessly competent”
the pages too many.
Tell me again how
merciless optimism
defuses anger.
You’re staring at me.
Your wide grin, frighteningly
enthusiastic.
I am stymied by
this, your own perpetual
state of unstuckness.
