I’m in New York for work. I’m enrolled in a Saturday poetry workshop under one of my favorite living poets. I have been reading and writing a lot of poetry because of that. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever done.

I found myself in a rage today after I heard something out of my control. Two friends on separate phone calls couldn’t relate to the amount of anger I experience (more on that here) but were endlessly generous in their listening. One of them suggested I make an iMessage poem.

Going to bed now. Not angry. Thankful.