I wrote this poem using this prompt, although with far fewer than 20 posts and 20 speakers.
I’m not going to do anything to achieve it,
But I sure look forward to being dead.
I told him about the panic attacks,
But he wouldn’t prescribe me Xanax.
Said that a slow release anti-depressant should work.
But it never sleeps. Get it?
I used this prompt for the following poem. The snippets used come from the Emily Dickinson Museum website.
Tour the Emily Dickinson Museum, The Homestead and the Evergreens
If coming from the south,
Take Exit 19.
If coming from the north.
Proceed up a long hill.
And the Evergreens
Are halfway down
The right-hand side
Of the page.
And the poet’s bedroom.
Cut and paste
A big mess
Into worst enemy’s life.
To (enemy’s) panic attacks.
Press red lipstick kiss