The word of the day is: Ingenious
– cleverly inventive or resourceful



Sometimes I’ll look at a word and I’ll think
“Oh, that’s ingenious”
Already melancholy in mourning
over having forgotten it

Honking once while I’m blasting it
– windows down, repeat on –
merely flying right past it
with a speed that surpasses free recall

I’ll throw my hand out too late;
out of reach and can’t grasp it
Both feet pressing down as if shattered
by gravity, post peak pride-time free fall

I wish to be and be in its temperamental casket
That ingenium, a supreme state of being
I won’t ever work for but still
I envision I’ll catch it

As if a permanent sickness
rather than self-authored static
As if I blink out a prayer; stick my hand out; am lucky; and still living
Until I’m suddenly clasping it

All I’ve ever desired
And all I had to do was ask for it