Notify me.
Of slaps in the face.
Of floods where I stand.
Of the sun on my hands.
Of the quality of my work.
Of the terror in my eyes.
Of the horror. The horror.
Of prepositional exertion.
Of adjective sweet sweat.
Of grammar and its opposite.
Of failure and its consonance.
Of definitions and their affirmations.
Of the look around the corner.
Of my fear of missing.
Of phrases misguided.
Of missives and words.
Of my caffeine transgressions.
Of morality's trick plays.
Of the score.
Of my snores.
Of every notice I might otherwise ignore.
Of my ignorance.
Of my run-on impulse.
Of my impulsive runs.
Of my inner ear's over-sensitivity.
Of poetry's penguin wings.
Roman Ryan 