Slice of Life Writing Challenge — #4 
My friend posted this poem on Facebook last night and it’s been on my mind all day. I thought of it on the elliptical trainer. I thought of it while lifting weights. I thought of it in the jacuzzi, and I even thought about it while I was having a conversation at lunch. Writing like this stays with me, follows me around, distracts me and fills me up. The poem is called ABC, and a writer for Slate Magazine talks about how he’s had it taped above his desk for a long time. (Can you imagine someone pasting your writing above their desk because it was that great?)
It’s past 4 pm on a Sunday and the teacher-guilt is creeping in. I haven’t graded those feature articles for my Journalism class yet. There’s still a load of laundry to do. Oh yeah, I was going to make chicken soup from scratch today! Yet I have no desire to do any of these things. I want to read more poetry and try to write some of my own. I want to look at the fire and think about nothing. I want someone to put my writing above their desk…