Write a poem that starts in your favorite room.
It doesn’t have to be in your house, or in a house, or in a building (depending on how you want to think of a “room”). And if it starts in your favorite room, where does it go?
*** Poem fom day 9 (up about a day–and then “poof”, it will be gone) ***
(This poem was in the kitchen–I’m not even sure whose kitchen, but I couldn’t get out of it. I felt like this poem didn’t work, didn’t get going.)