edit: For Day 12 I wrote a prose poem. I used some first lines from Sarah J. Sloat's chapbook - Excuse me While I Wring this Long Swim Out of My Hair. From this I wrote the poem. It's inspired by Sloat's poetry.
I took these lines directly from her poems: I'm thinking of living forever, the hum haunts, I'm of two minds.
Everything Has a Language
I'm thinking of living forever, but I am in two minds. A helicopter hovers and chops through Tuesday. The hum haunts me. Today I arrived twenty minutes early for work and I felt a ghost somewhere in a room, in a kettle, in the cupboard, in the sole of my shoe. Was your room hollow? Were your eyes windows?
I can't remember the exact day. The laundry folded, newspaper print licking fingers, the world soon to be cut into pieces. And then today was today was today.
Home is homelessness, it has taken root in my lungs, it has sprouted, found shelter in caves, grown into strong trees. These arms, these legs, these feet. They are my mountains. They are my language.
And I draw a line through the dust on the shelves, skirt my fingers behind a radiator. Perhaps this is a reminder of you, and what you left behind. Everything has a language of its own.